يا بَني الحارِثِ أَنتُم مَعشَرٌ

زَندَكُم وارٍ وَفي الحَربِ بُهَم

O sons of Harith, you are a group

Whose glory is brilliant and valor eminent in war

وَلَكُم خَيلٌ عَليها فِتيَةٌ

كَأُسودِ الغيلِ يَحمينَ الأَجِم

With youths upon steeds ready to protect

Like lions guarding their cubs when called to arms

لَيسَ في الأَرضِ قَبيلٌ مِثلُكُم

حينَ يَرفَضُّ العِدا غَيرَ خُشَم

There is no tribe on earth like unto you

When the foe withdraws out of fear and dread

لَستُ لِلصُمَّةِ إِن لَم آتِكُم

بِالخَناذيذِ تَبارى في اللُجُم

I shall not be mute if you do not provide

Choice horses competing in their prime

فَتَقَرَّ العَينُ مِنكُم مَرَّةً

بِاِنبِعاثِ الحُرِّ نَوحاً تَلتَدِم

My eyes will frequently look to you

When the zeal of war kindles a blazing fire

وَتَرى نَجرانُ مِنكُم بَلقَعاً

غَيرَ شَمطاءَ وَطِفلٍ قَد يَتِم

And you will see the plains thronged with your warriors

No weaklings or orphans left behind

فَاِنظُروها كَالسَعالي شُزَّباً

قَبلَ رَأسِ الحَولِ إِن لَم أُختَرَم

So behold them like lions, their manes flowing

Before the year is out, lest I lie mangled and torn