فِدىً لِبَني قَيسٍ وَأَفناءِ مالِكٍ

لَدى الشِسعِ مِن رِجلي إِلى الفَرقِ صاعِدا

In ransom for the tribes of Qays and wealth spent by Malik

From ankle to crown with spear thrusts at Sis'a

غَداةَ أَتى قَومُ الضَريسِ كَأَنَّهم

قَطا الكُدرِ مِن وُدّانَ أَصبَحَ وارِدا

One morn the Folk of Dhiraar came as though they were

Dust storms from Waddan at daybreak arriving

فَلَم أَر جَمعاً كانَ أَكرَمَ غالِباً

وَأَحمى غُلاماً يَومَ ذَلِكَ أَطرَدا

Never saw I a host was more generous in triumph

Or guarded a lad that day more fiercely determined

رَمَيناهُم بِالحُوِّ وَالكُمتِ وَالقَنا

وَبيضٍ خِفافٍ يَختَلينَ السَواعِدا

We pelted them with stones and cudgels and spears

And white blades that slit through the wrist bones