لا تَحسُنُ الوَفرَةُ حَتّى تُرى

لا تَحسُنُ الوَفرَةُ حَتّى تُرى

مَنشورَةَ الضِفرَينِ يَومَ القِتال

مَنشورَةَ الضِفرَينِ يَومَ القِتال

The locks are not beautiful until they are seen

Abundance does not become you until it is seen

The flowing locks possess no grace until they are seen

With both braids loosened on the day of battle,

Spread between your braids on the day of battle,

Flying loose from their braids on the day of battle,

عَلى فَتىً مُعتَقِلٍ صَعدَةً

عَلى فَتىً مُعتَقِلٍ صَعدَةً

يَعُلُّها مِن كُلِّ وافي السِبال

يَعُلُّها مِن كُلِّ وافي السِبال

Upon a young man gripping a straight spear,

Upon a youth in shackles ascending

Upon a youth who grips a straight and slender lance,

Giving it draught after draught from every full-moustached man.

With every revenger to avenge him responding

Quenching its thirst from every full-mustachioed foe.