يَلُمنَ الفَتى إِن زَلَّتِ النَعلُ زَلَّةً

وَهُنَّ عَلى رَيبِ المَنونِ خَواذِلُ

The young man is blamed if his slipper slips

And they rebuke him for fearing death's certainty

يَقُلنَ حَياةٌ بَعدَ مَوتِكَ مُرَّةٌ

وَهُنَّ إِذا قَفَّينَ عَنكَ ذَواهِلُ

They say, "Life after your death is bitter"

And they, when they cease to care for you, are fickle

مَتى تَأتِنا تَعدو بِسَرجِكَ لِقوَةٌ

صَبورٌ تَجَنَّبنا وَرَأسُكَ مائِلُ

When will you come galloping with your saddlebags?

Enduring, you avoided us though your head bowed

صَدَدتَ عَنِ الأَعداءِ يَومَ عُباعِبٍ

صُدودَ المَذاكي أَقرَعَتها المَساحِلُ

You warded off the enemies on the day of maze

Repelling the sharp blades that polished lances nicked