وَيَومٍ بِباجِسرى هَزَمتُ وَغودِرَت

جَماعَتُهُم صَرعى لَدى جانِبِ الجِسرِ

And a day at Badghis I was victorious and the enemy was routed

Their band lay dead by the bridge side

فَوَلَّوا سِراعاً هارِبينَ كَأَنَّهُم

رَعيلُ نِعامٍ بِالفَلا شُرَّدٍ ذُعرِ

So they fled headlong like ostriches scattered, panic-stricken