خَليلَيَّ إِنَّ الأَرْضَ ضَاقَتْ بِرُحْبِها

وكم بينَ أَطْرافِ القَنا مِنْ مَنادِحِ

My friend, though the earth is vast in its expanse

How many battlefields lie between the tips of the spear

وَلا عِزَّ إِلّا صَهْلَةُ الخَيْلِ في الوَغى

فَلا تَأْلَفا شَدْوَ القِيانِ الصَّوادِحِ

Glory lies only in the neighing of the steed amidst the fray

So heed not the croaking of complacent weaklings

وَإِنّي لَأَرْجُو وَالرَّجاءُ وَسيلَةٌ

إِلى اللهِ أَنْ أُكْفَى تَلَمُّسَ كادِحِ

For I still hope, and hope is the path

To God, that I will be saved from the grasping of the toiler

وَأَحْظى بِمُلْكٍ مِنْ جُدودِي وَرِثْتُهُ

فَزَنْدِي وَرِيٌّ وَهْوَ في كَفِّ قادِحِ

And gain a kingdom from my ancestors I inherit

So my sword is lightning, held in the grasp of one who strikes sparks

عَجِيْتُ مِنَ اثْنَيْنِ اسْتُضيما وَأَجْحَفَتْ

بِقَدْرَيْهِما أَيْدِي الخُطوبِ الفَوادِحِ

I suffered injustice from two, aggrieved was I

By the hands of calamitous fates, destructive disasters

مِنَ ابنِ كَريِمٍ لَمْ تُصِبْهُ خَصاصَةٌ

وَمِنْ أُمَوِيٍّ لِلْأَراذِلِ مادِحِ

One, a noble son, upon whom no disgrace falls

The other, an Umayyad, praising the worthless rabble