1. إِنّي إِذا اِنتَتَرَت أَصِرَّةُ أُمَّكُم

    مِمَّن يُقالُ لَهُ تَسَربَل فَاِركَبِ

    When your mothers' ropes are untied

    By one called to ride his stallion, mount!

  2. لا ضَيرَ قَد حَكَّت بِمُرَّةَ بَركَها

    وَتَرَكنَ أَشجَعَ مِثلَ خُشبِ الأَثأَبِ

    No harm. She has bitten with her bridle

    And left the bravest like dry kindling wood

  3. لا يَخطُبونَ إِلى الكِرامِ بَناتِهِم

    وَتَشيبُ أَيُّمُهُم وَلَمّا تُخطَبِ

    They do not ask for the daughters of the generous

    And their mothers grow old before being asked for

  4. أَفَرِحتَ أَن غَدَرَ الزَمانُ بِفارِسٍ

    قُلحَ الكِلابِ وَكُنتُ غَيرَ مُغَلَّبِ

    Did you rejoice that time betrayed a horseman

    Mangy dogs while I was not defeated

  5. يا مُرَّ قَد كَلِبَ الزَمانُ عَلَيكُمُ

    وَنَكَأتُ قَرحَتَكُم وَلَمّا أُنكَبِ

    O Murr, time has attacked you

    And torn your wounds when you fell

  6. وَتَرَكتُ جَمعَهُمُ بِلابَةِ ضَرغَدٍ

    جَزَرَ السِباعِ وَكُلِّ نَسرٍ أَهدَبِ

    And left their group to the stupidity of vain one

    Prey for beasts and every vulture pecking

  7. وَلَقَد أَبَلتُ الخَيلَ في عَرَصاتِكُم

    وَسطَ الدِيارِ بِكُلِّ خِرقٍ مِحرَبِ

    And I made the horses trample your lands

    In the midst of homes with every torn robe

  8. وَشَفَيتُ نَفسي مِن فَزارَةَ إِنَّهُم

    أَهلُ الفَعالِ وَأَهلُ عِزٍّ أَغلَبِ

    And quenched my soul’s thirst for they

    Are people of action and victorious people

  9. وَلَقَد فَخَرتَ بِباطِلٍ عَدَّدتَهُ

    فَإِذا أَتَيتَ بُيوتَ قَومِكَ فَاِحسُبِ

    You have falsely boasted of what you enumerated

    So when you come to the homes of your people, take account

  10. فَلَتُخبِرَنَّكَ فاقِدٌ عَن شَجوِها

    حَذِلٌ مَدامِعُها بِدَمعٍ سَيكَبِ

    For you will be told by one who misses her

    Whose tears flow with tears she will pour

  11. وَلَقَد لَحِقتَ بِخَيلِنا فَكَرِهتَها

    وَصَدَدتَ عَن خَيشومِها المُستَكلِبِ

    And you have reached our horses and disliked them

    And diverted their spears from the gaping maw

  12. فَبَني فَزارَةَ قَد عَلَونَ بِكَلكَلٍ

    وَالحَيَّ أَشجَعَ قَد رَمَينَ بِمَنكِبِ

    The sons of Fazarah ascended the hill

    And the living are most courageous, having shot with a bow

  13. غادَرنَ مِنهُم تِسعَةً في مَعرَكٍ

    وَثَلاثَةٌ قَرَّنَّهُم في المِشعَبِ

    They left nine of them in the battlefield

    And three were paired off in the mountain pass