1. فَرَّ وَأَلقى لَنا رُمحَهُ

    لَعَلَّكَ عِكرِمَ لَم تَفعَلِ

    He fled and flung his spear to us.

    Perhaps, Ikrima, you did not do so.

  2. وَوَلَّيتَ تَعدو كَعَدوِ الظَليمِ

    ما إِن تَجورُ عَنِ المَعدِلِ

    And you turned away, running like a male ostrich,

    not straying at all from the path.

  3. وَلَم تُلقِ ظَهرَكَ مُستَأنِساً

    كَأَنَّ قَفاكَ قَفا فُرعُلِ

    Nor did you turn your back at ease,

    as though your nape were a hyena cub’s nape.