لَقينا يَومَ أُلَّيسٍ وَأَمغى

وَيَومَ المَقرِ آسادَ النَهارِ

On the days of Ullays and Amgha

And the day of Maqar, the sun lingered long

فَلَم أَرَ مِثلَها فَضِلاتِ حَربٍ

أَشُدُّ عَلى الجَحاجِحَةِ الكِبارِ

Never have I seen the like of battle's aftermath

So hard upon the mighty veterans

قَتَلنا مِنهُمُ سَبعينَ أَلفاً

بَقِيَّةَ حَربِهِم غِبَّ الإِسارِ

We killed seventy thousand of them

The rest of their warriors vanished into captivity

سِوى مَن لَيسَ يُحصى مِن قَتيلٍ

وَمَن قَد غالَ جولانَ الغُبارِ

Except those beyond counting among the slain

And those the swirling dust had swallowed