وَمُسَوَّمٍ لِلمَوتِ يَركَبُ رَدعَهُ

بَينَ القواضِبِ والقنا الخَطّارِ

And one destined for death rides its deterrence

Between the narrow boats and the perilous canal

يَدنو وَتَرفَعُهُ الرِماحُ كأَنَّهُ

شُلوٌ تَنشَّبَ في مَخالِبِ ضارِ

He approaches and the spears raise him as though he were

A stubborn thorn stuck in the claws of harm

فَثَوى صَريعاً وَالرِياحُ تَنوشُهُ

إِنَّ الشَراةَ قَصيرَةُ الأَعمارِ

So he fell dead while the winds console him

Indeed the evil-doers have short lives

أُدَباءُ إِمّا جِئتَهُم خُطَباءُ

ضَمناءُ كُلِّ كَتيبَةٍ جَرّارِ

Orators whether you came to them as speakers

The brave ones of every battalion of warriors