جَزى اللَهُ الأَغَرَّ جَزاءَ صِدقٍ

إِذا ما أوقِدَت نارُ الحُروبِ

May God reward the brave with the reward of sincerity

When the fires of wars are kindled

يَقيني بِالجَبينِ وَمَنكِبَيهِ

وَأَنصُرُهُ بِمُطَّرَدِ الكُعوبِ

My certainty is in his forehead and shoulders

And I will support him with the constant blows

وَأُدفِئُهُ إِذا هَبَّت شَمالاً

بَليلاً حَرجَفاً بَعدَ الجَنوبِ

And I will warm him when the north wind blows

A cold night after the south wind

أَراهُ أَهلَ ذَلِكَ حينَ يَسعى

رُعاءُ الحَيِّ في طَلَبِ الحَلوبِ

I see the people of that when he strives

The shepherds of the neighborhood in search of milk

فَيُخفِقُ تارَةً وَيُفيدُ أُخرى

وَيَفجَعُ ذا الضَغائِنِ بِالأَريبِ

He sometimes fails and sometimes benefits

And he grieves the resentful with doubt

إِذا سَمِنَ الأَغَرُّ دَنا لِقاءٌ

يُغِصُّ الشَيخَ بِاللَبَنِ الحَليبِ

When the brave fattens, the meeting approaches

That annoys the old man with fresh milk

شَديدُ مَجالِزِ الكَتِفَينِ نَهدٌ

بِهِ أَثَرُ الأَسِنَّةِ كَالعُلوبِ

Strong, broad-shouldered, a soft body

In it the traces of fangs are like woodlice

وَأُكرِهُهُ عَلى الأَبطالِ حَتّى

يُرى كَالأُرجُوانِيِّ المَجوبِ

And I force him to the heroes until

He is seen like purple dye

أَلَستَ بِصاحِبي يَومَ اِلتَقَينا

بِسَيفَ وَصاحِبي يَومَ الكَثيبِ

Are you not my friend the day we met

With a sword and my friend the day of the dune