لَه عَسكَرٌ كالبَحر بالبيض مُزبدٌ

وَكالغيم عَن بَرقِ السيوف قَد افترا

He has an army like the sea, foaming with whiteness

And like clouds from the lightning of swords they showed

إِذا ما تَبَدّى فيه كُلُّ مُدَجَّجٍ

بَدا كعبابِ البحر أَبيضَ مخضرا

When every armed man appears in it

It seems like the foam of the sea, whitish green

فَإِن عصفت ريحُ الوَغى بكماتِه

رأَيتَ بها وَجهَ الحمامَ قَد اصفرّا

If the wind of strife blows on its waves

You will see in it the yellow face of the dove