نَظرتُ وَأَصحابي تَعالى رِكابُهُم

وَبِالسَرِّ وادٍ مِن تَناصُفَ أَجمَعا

I looked, and my friends their mounts urging on,

All clad in armor of woven rings their bodies sheathed.

بِعَينٍ سَقاها الشَوقُ كُحلَ صَبابَةٍ

مَضيضاً تَرى إِنسانَها فيهِ مُنقَعا

With yearning eyes that kohl of ardour fed,

Bereft of him for whom those eyes with tears are drenched.

إِلى بارِقٍ جادَ اللوى مِن قَراقِرٍ

هَنيئاً لهُ إِن كانَ جيدَ وَأَمرَعا

To a lightning flash unsheathing blades that in his hands

Shone bright, God-speed to him if valorous and bold.

إِلى الثَمدِ العَذبِ الَّذي عن شِمالِهِ

وَأَجرُعِهِ سُقياً لِذَلِكَ أَجرَعا

Toward fresh sweet water on his left that gives

Deep draughts to slake the thirst that ever seeks for more.