وَفينا كُلُّ أَروعَ لَم يُرَوَّع
بمُزدَلِف الجُموعِ إِلى الجُموعِ
And among us is every awe-inspiring hero, himself never awed,
as hosts close in upon hosts.
جَلاءُ جُفونِهِ رَهَجُ السَّرايا
وَطيبُ ثيابِهِ صَدأُ الدُّروعِ
The polish of his eyelids is the dust-cloud of war-bands,
and the perfume of his garments, the rust of armor.
Sol 5.6