بَكَت عَيني وَعاوَدَتِ السُهودا

وَبِتُّ اللَيلَ جانِحَةً عَميدا

My eyes wept and I returned to prostration,

Spending the night awake and vigilant.

لِذِكرى مَعشَرٍ وَلَّوا وَخَلَّوا

عَلَينا مِن خِلافَتِهِم فُقودا

Remembering a group that turned away and left,

Leaving us deprived of their leadership.

وَوافَوا ظِمءَ خامِسَةٍ فَأَمسوا

مَعَ الماضينَ قَد تَبِعوا ثَمودا

They reached the barren valley and spent the night there,

Joining those passed as did the tribe of Thamud.

فَكَم مِن فارِسٍ لَكِ أُمُّ عَمروٍ

يَحوطُ سِنانُهُ الأَنَسَ الحَريدا

How many horsemen, O mother of Amr,

Whose spears surround the close companions.

كَصَخرٍ أَو مُعاوِيَةَ بنِ عَمروٍ

إِذا كانَت وُجوهُ القَومِ سودا

Like the rock or Muawiya ibn Amr,

When the faces of the people turn black.

يَرُدُّ الخَيلَ دامِيَةً كُلاها

جَديرٌ يَومَ هيجا أَن يَصيدا

Who turns back the horses, bloodying them,

Worthy on the day of battle to hunt prey.

يَكُبّونَ العِشارَ لِمَن أَتاهُم

إِذا لَم تُحسِبِ المِئَةُ الوَليدا

They collect the tithe from those who come to them,

If the hundred are not counted as young camels.