وَغادَرنَ نَضلَةَ في مَعرَكٍ

يَجُرُّ الأَسِنَّةَ كَالمُحتَطِب

They left Nadla wounded on the battlefield

Dragging his tongue like a fuel gatherer

فَمَن يَكُ في قَتلِهِ يَمتَري

فَإِنَّ أَبا نَوفَلٍ قَد شَجِب

So let he who would boast of killing him beware

For Abu Nawfal has been angered

يُذَبِّبُ وَردٌ عَلى إِثرِهِ

وَأَدرَكَهُ وَقعُ مُردٍ خَشِب

A blossom is dripping blood after him

And the crash of a solid lance overtook him

تَتابَعَ لا يَبتَغي غَيرَهُا

بِأَبيَضَ كَالقَبَسِ المُلتَهِب

Following ceaselessly, seeking none but him

With a white-hot point like a flaming ember