عَجِبَ الرِّجالُ لفارِسٍ

ما زالَ مَحْذراً قِراعُهْ

The men wondered at a knight

Whose lance was still to be feared

ما خاضَ قسْطَلَ مَعْركٍ

إِلاَّ تَهَيَّبَهُ شُجاعُهْ

He never entered a battle

Except his valor was awed

أنَّى أقامَ على الخَسيفَةِ

واطْمأنَّ لها طِباعُهْ

How did he stay at the rear

And was content with that place

وهو الذي ما زالَ يَسْبِ

ق شَدَّ سابقِهِ زَماعُهْ

When he used to outpace

Every swift predecessor

يا غَبْنَ ساري الذِّكْرِ ذ

ي صِيتٍ تَعَلَّقَهُ رِباعُهْ

Oh what a loss of the one of renown

Whose glory his armor embraced

أوْطانُهُ لِشَقائِهِ

بالوادِ ضارِيَةٌ سِباعُهْ

His home to his wretchedness

Was a lair of ferocious beasts

فَضْلٌ تَوَحَّدَ ثمَّ أعُْ

جب منْ تَوَحُّدِهِ ضياعُهْ

Singular merit then lost

More wondrous from its loss was his fall