رَأَيتُ عِدى عُثمانَ في حالِ صَيدِهِ

وَقَد أَصبَحَت صَرعى نِصالٍ وَأَسهُمِ

I saw Othman’s arrows in the act of slaying

As they became the floor of blades and darts

تُقادُ إِلَينا وَهيَ صَرعى حُتوفِها

وَفي طَوقِها حَبلٌ يُجَرُّ مِنَ الدَمِ

Led towards us as the slain of his arrows

With a bloody rope around their necks drawn