خُذوا ما أَسأَرَت مِنها قِداحي

وَرِفدُ الضَيفِ وَالأَنَسُ الجَميعُ

Take what my gaming arrows left as shares,

A bounty for the guest and joy for all.

فَلَو لاقَيتَني وَعَلَيَّ دِرعي

عَلِمتَ عَلامَ تُحتَمَلُ الدُروعُ

For had you met me clad in iron mail,

You would have known why armor must be borne.

تَرَكتُ جُبَيلَةَ بنَ أَبي عَدِيٍّ

يُبَلُّ ثِيابَهُ عَلَقٌ نَجيعُ

I left Jubaylah, son of Abi 'Adi,

His garments drenched in fresh and clotting gore.

وَآخَرَ مِنهُمُ أَجرَرتُ رُمحي

وَفي البَجَلِيِّ مِعبَلَةٌ وَقيعُ

Another of their kin I ran my spear through,

And in the Bajali lodged a sharpened blade.