لِيَبكِ وَكيعاً خَيلُ حَربٍ مُغيرَةٌ

تَساقى المَنايا بِالرُدَينِيَّةِ السُمرِ

Let War's horses weep copiously, a defeated army

Death drank from goblets at Rudayniyyah's feast

لَقوا مِثلَهُم فَاِستَهزَموهُم بِدَعوَةٍ

دَعوها وَكيعاً وَالجِيادُ بِهِم تَجري

They met the like of them but were routed by a shout

He shouted "O Khaibar" though the steeds raced with them

وَبَينَ الَّذي نادى وَكيعاً وَبَينَهُم

مَسيرَةُ شَهرٍ لِلمُقَصَّصَةِ البُترِ

Between the shouter "Khaibar" and them

A month's journey for the maimed she-camel

وَكَم هَدَّتِ الأَيّامُ مِن جَبَلٍ لَنا

وَسابِغَةٍ زَغفٍ وَأَبيَضَ ذي أَثرِ

How many days has fate demolished a mountain for us

With pouring rains, rumbling thunder, the mount is effaced

وَإِنّا عَلى أَمثالِهِ مِن جِبالِنا

لَأَبقى مَعَدٍّ لِلنَوائِبِ وَالدَهرِ

Yet we remain, like our mountains, enduring

Against misfortunes and time, steadfast and firm

وَما كانَ كَالمَوتى وَكيعٌ فَيَمنَعوا

نَوائِحَ لا رَثَّ السِلاحِ وَلا غَمرِ

The dead cannot prevent, like Khaibar's clans

Wailings, not the clash of arms, nor our plunge

فَإِنَّ الَّذي نادى وَكيعاً فَنالَهُ

تَناوَلَ صِدّيقَ النَبِيِّ أَبا بَكرِ

For he who shouted "Khaibar" was granted

To slay the Prophet's friend, Abu Bakr

فَماتَ وَلَم يُؤثَر وَما مِن قَبيلَةٍ

مِنَ الناسِ إِلّا قَد أَباتَ عَلى وِترِ

Who died, not survived, no tribe of men

But mourned him bitterly, all were aggrieved

فَلَو أَنَّ مَيتاً لا يَموتُ لِعِزِّهِ

عَلى قَومِهِ ما ماتَ صاحِبُ ذا القَبرِ

If the honored dead could death defeat

For his people's glory, this tomb's owner would not have died

أُصيبَت بِهِ عَمروٌ وَسَعدٌ وَمالِكٌ

وَضَبَّةُ عُمّوا بِالعَظيمِ مِنَ الأَمرِ

In him were struck down Amr, Sa'd, Malik

And Omar's clan by fate's mighty blow