جَلَبنا الخَيلَ مِن أَكنافٍ نيقٍ

إِلى كِسرى فَوافَقَها رِجالا

We brought the horses from pleasant valleys

To Ctesiphon, where valiant men awaited

تَرَكنَ لَهُم عَلى الأَقسامِ شَجواً

وَبِالحَنَوينِ أَيّاماً طِوالا

Leaving behind their homes with longing

And days of separation, long and trying

وَداعِيَةً بِفارِسَ قَد تَرَكنا

تُبَكّي كُلَّما رأتِ الهِلالا

A caller in Fars bid us depart

Crying each time the crescent moon was sighted

قَتَلنا رُستُماً وَبَنِيه قَسراً

تُثيرُ الخَيلُ فَوقَهُم الرِمالا

We killed Rustam and his sons by force

Our horses kicking up the sand, excited

وَفَرَّ البيرزان وَلَم يُحامِ

وَكانَ عَلى كَتيبَتِهِ وَبالا

Bērzān fled, unprotected, full of dread

His troops routed, destiny decided

تَرَكنا مِنهُمُ حَيثُ التَقَينا

فِئاماً ما يُريدونَ اِرتِحالاً

Where we met them, we left only some

Not keen to quickly pack up and be moving

وَنَجّى الهُرمُزانَ حِذارُ نَفسٍ

وَرَكضُ الخَيلِ موصِلَةً عِجالا

The Hormuzans escaped to save their souls

Our swift steeds galloping, swiftly proving