فَلا أُرِدَنَّ عَلى جَماعةِ مازِنٍ

خَيلاً مُقِّلَصَةَ الخُصى وَرِجالا

I will not attack the tribe of Mazin

With horses whose hooves thunder, or worthy men

ظَلّوا بِذي أُرُكٍ كَأَنَّ رُؤوسَهُم

شَجَرٌ تَخَطّاهُ الرَّبيعُ فَحالا

Who dwelt in Urak's valley, like trees in bloom

Swaying when spring has come to make all anew