إِنّا لَنُكثِرُ في قَيسٍ وَقائِعَنا

وَفي تَميمٍ وَهَذا الحَيِّ مِن أَسَدِ

We often recount in Qais and Tameem

And in this noble tribe of Asad

وَعامِرَ بِنَ طُفَيلٍ قَد نَحَوتُ لَهُ

صَدَرَ القَناةِ بِماضي الحَدِّ مُطّرِدِ

Amer son of Tufayl, I have composed poetry for him

Cleaving the chests of warriors with straight thrusts

لَمّا أَحَسَّ بِأَنَّ الوِردَ مُدرِكُهُ

وَصارِماً وَرَبيطُ الجَأشِ ذا لَبَدِ

When he sensed the roses would reach him

Wielding his sword, the brave warrior

نادى إِلَيَّ بِسِلمٍ بَعدَما أَخَذَت

مِنهُ المَنِيَّةُ بِالحَيزومِ وَاللُغُدِ

He called out to make peace after death

Had seized him by the throat and jugular

وَلَو تَصَبَّرَ لي حَتّى أُخالِطُهُ

أَسعَرتهُ طَعنَةً كَالنارِ بِالزندِ

And had he tried dissembling with me until I engaged him

I would have stabbed him with a fiery blow of the flint