1. Speak of the Arabs until the non-Arabs are enraptured
Listening, even those deaf hear of their valor

2. However much their mention is repeated, it increases their zeal
As words gain power when reiterated as diction

3. None can match them in the fray but their blades
Nay, none equal their skill but their hands

4. They sought greatness and gained more than they asked
While those with lesser ambitions always fall short

5. Whoever fears their wrath avoids their company
Whoever enjoys their protection has nought to dread

6. Glory itself seems paltry after their glory
Sword, spear, pen and paper their instruments be

7. How blessed were the days of their past that went by
How splendid their ruins and tents that still lie

8. How we yearn to tread where once they had been
And follow in the steps where their feet walked in

9. In legends of them they come alive once more
Were they present today, they'd find their likeness galore

10. Pens tire in their praise though they speak without pause
Their glory sung by even the tongues of the mute