لعمري لئن ركبُ الجُنَيد تحملوا

إلى الشأم من مرّ وراحت ركائبه

By my life! If the cavalry of Junayd rode off

To Syria from Merr, though their steeds sped,

لقد غادر الركب الشامون خلفهم

فتىً غطفانيا يُعلل جانبُه

The caravan left behind in Syria

A Ghassanid youth nursing his side,

فتى كان يسرى للعدو كأنما

سروب القطا في كل يوم كتائبه

A youth who would attack the foe as though

The waving branches of Qatta sway daily,

وكان كأن البدر تحت لوائه

اذا راح في جيش وراحت عصائبه

And who was like the full moon beneath his banner

When he marched with an army and standards fluttered.