فَتىً لِرَغيفِهِ قُرطٌ وَشَنفٌ

وَخِلخالانِ مِن خَرَزٍ وَشَذرِ

A lad with his loaf, a tunic and leggings,

A lad whose loaf becomes his ear’s adornment,

And anklets of blue glass and tin.

And anklets strung from beads and nuggets of gold;

إِذا فَقَدَ الرَغيفَ بَكى عَلَيهِ

بُكا الخَنساءِ إِذ فُجِعَت بِصَخرِ

When the loaf was lost he wept for it,

If he loses the loaf, he weeps upon it,

As Al-Khansa’ wept for Sakhr.

Like Khansa’s wailing for her brother Sakhr;

وَدونَ رَغيفِهِ قَلعُ الثَنايا

وَحَربٌ مِثلَ وَقعَةِ يَومِ بَدرِ

Without his loaf all teeth are drawn,

To take his bread is to have one's teeth torn out,

And war rages like Badr’s fray.

In war as fierce as the Day of Badr.