هَل مَعشَرٌ في الناسِ أَفضَلُ مَشهَدٍ

وَأَكرَمُ مِن قَومي عَلى كُلِّ مَرقَبِ

Is there a people nobler than my folk

At every watch, on the best gaze?

وَاركَبُ بِالجَردِ الجِيادِ عَلى الوَجى

صُدورَ القَنا مِن بَينِ عادٍ وَمُلهِبِ

Riding swift steeds through the plains

With chests as hard as cast iron

وَاِركَبُ للموج الذي في اصطفاقه

غَبوقُ المَنايا عَن مُتونٍ وَمَنكِبِ

Riding the waves whose spray is the death

Of those thrown from their mounts

وحوصا بزوّرا كأن متونه

مِنَ المَكِّ حُلّابٌ وَلَيسَ بِحَلَّبِ

With stallions purebred like swords forged

In Mecca, unmatched in temper

لَها شَجنٌ في كُلِّ دَهرٍ مُجَرِّبِ

عَلَيها أُسودٌ ما يُبِلُّ مُريجَها

Through every long trial they remained

With lions upon them, fierce and relentless

إِذا صَوَّبوا أَرماحَها لِلتَصَوُّب

أَمَلنا عَلى كِسرى عَلالَةَ جِربِها

When they ready their spears for the charge

We look to Kisra's empire brought low

وَما جَربُها في النائِباتِ بِمُسغَبِ

Their prowess in times of woe goes unmatched