أَضرَمت نارَكَ في اليَفاعِ بِعَرفَجٍ

وَالكَلبُ قَد مَلأَ الفَلا بِنُباحِ

You kindled your fire on the highland of Arafaj

And the dogs have filled the expanse with barking

فَلِذاكَ تَبغَضك العِدى وَيحقّها

إِذ لَم تَدَع لَهُمُ يَسيرَ سَماحِ

So for that the foe hates you, and rightly so

Since you left them no bit of room for clemency