وَنَجَّاكَ خَوَّارُ العِنانِ مُقلِّصٌ

طويلُ عِمادِ الصَّدرِ من خيلك الشُهبِ

The weak-reined charger saved you, though far drawn back,

While the long shaft still quivered in your enemy’s breast.

عشيَّةَ توصي بالنَّجَاءِ مُصَرِّفاً

وَتَهتِفُ أَلَّا أَدرِكَنَّ بَني كَعبِ

You were calling out at evening for relief,

Shouting: “I shall o’ertake Ibn Khuweilid's son!”

فَإِنِّيَ لو أدركتُكَ ابنَ خُوَيلِدٍ

عَلَوتُكَ والعُزَّى بصَمصامةٍ عَضبِ

For had I but o'ertaken Ibn Khuweilid's son,

I had made him taste the deadly temper of my blade!