وَنَحنُ المورِدونَ شَبا العَوالي

حِياضَ المَوتِ بِالعَددِ المُثابِ

We are the suppliers of young warriors

To the gardens of death in great numbers

تَرَكنا الأَزدَ يَبرُقُ عارِضاها

عَلى ثَجرٍ فَداراتِ النِصابِ

We left Al-Azd flashing its lightning

Upon rugged mountains and twisting paths

فَسائِل حاجِزاً عَنّا وَعَنهُم

بِبُرقَةِ ضاحِكٍ يَومَ الجَنابِ

Asking a barrier between us and them

With a laughing flash on the day of answering the call

فَأَبلِغ بِالجَنابَةِ جَمعَ قَومي

وَمَن حَلَّ الهِضابَ عَلى العِتابِ

So inform the group of my people

And whoever pitched tents reproaching

ووَلَّوا هارِبينَ بِكُلِّ فَجٍّ

كَأَنَّ خُصاهُم قِطَعُ الوِذابِ

They fled in every pass

As if their robes were cut to pieces