وَقَفتُ فَأَبكَتني بِدارٍ عَشيرَتي

عَلى رُزئِهِنَّ الباكِياتُ الحَواسِرُ

I stood still as a house of my tribe made me weep

Over the crying women in mourning

غَدَوا كَسُيوفِ الهِندِ وُرّادَ حَومَةٍ

مِنَ المَوتِ أَعيا وِردَهُنَّ المَصادِرُ

They went out in the morning like Indian swords and well-knitted coats of mail

Against death, and their death brought them to their fate

فَوارِسُ حامَوا عَن حَريمٍ وَحافَظوا

بِدارِ المَنايا وَالقَنا مُتَشاجِرُ

The horsemen protected a harem and guarded

The house of death and spear-fight fiercely

كَأَنَّهُمُ تَحتَ الخَوافِقِ إِذ غَدَوا

إِلى المَوتِ أُسدُ الغابَتَينِ الهَواصِرُ

As if they went out under the awnings

To death, the roaring lions of the thicket

فَلَو أَنَّ سَلمى نالَها مِثلُ رُزئِنا

لَهُدَّت وَلَكِن تَحمِلُ الرُزءَ عامِرُ

Had Salma undergone our grief

She would have collapsed, but `Amir endures grief