يا عَينِ ما لَكِ لا تَبكينَ تَسكابا

إِذ رابَ دَهرٌ وَكانَ الدَهرُ رَيّابا

O eye, why do you not weep copiously

When fate has passed and fate was pouring

فَاِبكي أَخاكِ لِأَيتامٍ وَأَرمَلَةٍ

وَاِبكي أَخاكِ إِذا جاوَرتِ أَجنابا

So weep for your brother, for orphans and widows

And weep for your brother when he dwells with strangers

وَاِبكي أَخاكِ لِخَيلٍ كَالقَطا عُصَباً

فَقَدنَ لَمّا ثَوى سَيباً وَأَنهابا

And weep for your brother's horses, gathered like wild cats

When they lost a master and were seized as loot

يَعدو بِهِ سابِحٌ نَهدٌ مَراكِلُهُ

مُجَلبَبٌ بِسَوادِ اللَيلِ جِلبابا

A rider takes them galloping, their hooves thunder

Cloaked in the blackness of night in robes

حَتّى يُصَبِّحَ أَقواماً يُحارِبُهُم

أَو يُسلَبوا دونَ صَفِّ القَومِ أَسلابا

Until at dawn they attack some people

Or are stripped of armor at the battle line as plunder

هُوَ الفَتى الكامِلُ الحامي حَقيقَتَهُ

مَأوى الضَريكِ إِذا ما جاءَ مُنتابا

He is the perfect youth, true to his protection

Shelter for the desperate whenever he is called

يَهدي الرَعيلَ إِذا ضاقَ السَبيلُ بِهِم

نَهدَ التَليلِ لِصَعبِ الأَمرِ رَكّابا

He guides the band when the road narrows for them

With his towering form ready for the difficult task

المَجدُ حُلَّتُهُ وَالجودُ عِلَّتُهُ

وَالصِدقُ حَوزَتُهُ إِن قِرنُهُ هابا

Glory is his garment and generosity his banner

Truth his provision if destiny frowns

خَطّابُ مَحفِلَةٍ فَرّاجُ مَظلَمَةٍ

إِن هابَ مُعضِلَةً سَنّى لَها بابا

Suitor of an assembly, lamp of darkness

If a riddle perplexes, he finds a solution

حَمّالُ أَلوِيَةٍ قَطّاعُ أَودِيَةٍ

شَهّادُ أَنجِيَةٍ لِلوِترِ طَلّابا

Bearer of banners, forder of valleys

Witness of miracles, seeking the heights

سُمُّ العُداةِ وَفَكّاكُ العُناةِ إِذا

لاقى الوَغى لَم يَكُن لِلمَوتِ هَيّابا

Poison of foes and liberator of the oppressed, when

He meets turmoil he does not fear death