يا عامِ لَو قَدَرَت عَلَيكَ رِماحُنا

يا عامِ لَو قَدَرَت عَلَيكَ رِماحُنا

وَالراقِصاتُ إِلى مِنىً بِالغَبغَبِ

وَالراقِصاتُ إِلى مِنىً بِالغَبغَبِ

O ʿĀmir, had our spears been able to reach you—

by the camels swaying toward Mina at al-Ghabghab—

لَلَمِستَ بِالرَصعاءِ طَعنَةَ فاتِكٍ

لَلَمِستَ بِالرَصعاءِ طَعنَةَ فاتِكٍ

حَرّانَ أَو لَثَوَيتَ غَيرَ مُحَسَّبِ

حَرّانَ أَو لَثَوَيتَ غَيرَ مُحَسَّبِ

you would have felt at al-Raṣʿāʾ the thrust of a ruthless man,

burning with thirst, or you would have lain dead, unhonored.