سافر تنل عزاً فما مسك الورى

إلا دما في سرة الغزلان

Roamed, to gain glory, but the land grasped

Naught but blood in the chest of gazelles

والرمحُ لما فارق الوطن اغتدى

بذؤابةٍ خفقت وتاجِ سنانِ

And when the lance left its homeland it raged

With a wolf that pounced and a crown of spearheads