لِتَبْكِ العذارى مِن خَفاجَةَ نِسوةٌ

بماءِ شُؤونِ العَبْرةِ المُتَحدِّرِ

The virgins weep with the wailing of women

With tears of sorrow overflowing

كأنَّ فتى الفتيانِ تَوبَةَ لَمْ يُنِخْ

قلائصَ يَفْحَصْنَ الحَصى بالكراكرِ

As if the best of all men, repentance itself

Did not dry their shirts that scrape the pebbles

فإنْ تكُنِ القَتْلى بَواءً فإنَّكُمْ

فتىً ما قَتلُتمْ آلَ عوفِ بنِ عامرِ

If the slain are a disgrace, then you

Did not kill the best of Awf ibn Amir’s family

فتىً كان أحيا من فتاةٍ حييةٍ

وأجرأَ من ليثٍ بخَفّانَ خادِرِ

A man who was more alive than any lively girl

And bolder than a lion with broken canines