أَبَني الحِماسِ أَلَيسَ مِنكُم ماجِدٌ

إِنَّ المُروءَةَ في الحِماسِ قَليلُ

O sons of valor, is there no glorious one among you?

Indeed, valor is so rare among you!

يا وَيلَ أُمِّكُمُ وَوَيلَ أَبيكُمُ

وَيلاً تَرَدَّدَ فيكُمُ وَعَويلُ

Oh, woe to your mothers! Woe to your fathers!

Woe that echoes among you with weeping and anguish!

هَيَّجتُمُ حَسّانَ عِندَ ذَكائِهِ

غَيٌّ لِمَن وَلَدَ الحِماسُ طَويلُ

You provoked Hassân in his sharpness of mind,

Woe to him who sired the long lineage of valor!

إِنَّ الحِجاءَ إِلَيكُمُ لَبِعِلَّةٍ

فَتَحَشحَشوا إِنَّ الذَليلَ ذَليلُ

You seek help from them out of wretchedness,

So gather yourselves - the despised are despised!

لا تَجزَعوا أَن تُنسَبوا لِأَبيكُمُ

فَاللُؤمُ يَبقى وَالجِبالُ تَزولُ

Do not grieve that you are ascribed to your fathers,

For cowardice remains while mountains pass away.

فَبَنو زِيادٍ لَم تَلِدكَ فُحولُهُم

وَبَنو صَلاءَةَ فَحلُهُم مَشغولُ

The sons of Ziyâd - their warriors did not birth them!

And the sons of Salâma - their heroes are preoccupied!

وَسَرى بِكُم تَيسٌ أَجَمُّ مُجَذَّرٌ

ما لِلدَمامَةِ عَنكُمُ تَحويلُ

An old billy goat slipped by you, very much deeply-rooted!

Why does the hyena not turn you away?

فَاللُؤمُ حَلَّ عَلى الحَماسِ فَما لَهُم

كَهلٌ يَسودُ وَلا فَتىً بُهلولُ

Cowardice has befallen Al-Himâs, so they have

No elderly man who darkens nor spirited youth!