وَمَولى ضَعيفِ النَصرِ ناءٍ مَحَلُّهُ

جَشِمتُ لَهُ ما لَيسَ مِنّي جاشِمُه

The patron of the weak victory's cry

I have been hostile to him in ways I should not have been

إِذا ما رَآني مُقبِلاً شَدَّ صَوتَهُ

عَلى القِرنِ وَاِعلَولى عَلى مَن يُخاصِمُه

When he saw me approaching, he raised his voice

Against the spears, and I supported the one who contends with him

وَأَجرَدَ مَيّاحٍ وَهَبتُ بِسِرجِهِ

لِمُختَبِطٍ أوذي دَلالٍ أُكارِمُه

And I readied a naked sword and lent him my saddle

To one who stirs up trouble or harms a generous man

عَلى أَنَّ قَومي أَسلَموني وَعُرَّتي

وَقَومُ الفَتى أَظفارُهُ وَدَعائِمُه

Because my people have left me exposed, myself and my virtue

And a young man's people are his claws and pillars