هَلا سأَلتِ هَداكِ اللَه ما حَسبي

عِندَ الطِعانِ إِذا ما احمرَّتِ الحَدَقُ

Should I ask if God has guided you, what is my worth

In the eyes of the slanderer when rage reddens the eyes

وَجالتِ الخَيلُ بالأَبطالِ مُعلَمَةً

شعثَ النَواصي عليها البيضُ تأتلِقُ

And the horses march with the brave heroes

Their forelocks disheveled, whiteness shining upon them

هَل أَتركُ القِرنَ مصفرّا أَنامِلُهُ

قَد بَلَّ أَثوابَهُ من جوفِه العَلَقُ

Shall I leave the spear rusted while I tend to it

Its garb soiled from its inner syrup

وَقَد غَدوت أَمامَ الحيِّ يحمِلني

نَهدُ المَراكِلِ في أَقرابِه بَلَقُ

And I have marched ahead of the living one who bears me

The swaying of the litters in their carriages creaking

حَتّى أَنالَ عليه كُلَّ مَكرُمَةٍ

إِذا تَضجَّعَ عَنها الواهِنُ الحَمِقُ

Until I attain every glory upon him

When the weak and foolish turn away from it