أيا عَيْنُ جُودِي ولا تَبْخُلِي

بدمعِكِ حَقّاً ولا تَنزُري

O my eyes, be generous and do not be stingy

With your tears, it is a right, do not be meager

على سَيّدٍ هَدَّنَا هُلْكُهُ

كريمِ المشَاهدِ والعُنْصُرِ

Over a master whose demise has saddened us

Noble in battle and lineage

جريءٍ المقدَّمِ شَاكي السّلاحِ

كريمِ النّثا طَيِّبِ المَكْسِرِ

Brave in the lead, complaining of weapons

Noble in attack, of sweet perfume

عُبَيْدَةُ أمسى ولا نرتجيهِ

لِعُرْفٍ عَرانَا ولا مُنْكَرِ

Ubaydah is gone and we do not expect him

For an honorable cause, not for blame

وَقَدْ كَانَ يَحْمِي غَداةَ القِتَا

لِ حَامِيَةَ الجيشِ بالمِبْتَرِ

For he used to defend, in the morning of battle

The protector of the army with the cleaver