وَفَدَت أُمّي وَما قَد وَلَدَت

غَيرَ مَفقودٍ فَضالَ بنَ كَلَد

My mother has offered me as ransom

For none other than Fadhal son of Kalad

يَحمِلُ الوِردَ عَلى أَدبارِهِم

كُلَّما أَدرَكَ بِالسَيفِ جَلَد

Bearing roses on their backs

Whenever his sword reaches a brave one