لَقَد سَرَّ العَدُوَّ وَساءَ سَعداً

عَلى القَعقاعِ قَبرِ فَتىً هِجانِ

The enemy rejoiced and Sa'd grieved

At the tomb of a valiant youth in Al-Qa'qa'

أَلا تَبكي بَنو سَعدٍ فَتاها

لِأَيّامِ السَماحَةِ وَالطِعانِ

Will not Sa'd's sons weep for their gallant one

For the days of magnanimity and spears?

فَتاها لِلعَظائِمِ إِن أَلَمَّت

وَلِلحَربِ المُشَمِّرَةِ العَوانِ

A gallant one for great deeds if they pained

And for cleaving war equipped and ready

كَأَنَّ اللَحدَ يَومَ أَقامَ فيهِ

تَضَمَّنَ صَدرَ مَصقولٍ يَماني

As if the grave the day he stayed in it

Contained the breast of a polished Yemeni

فَتىً كانَت يَداهُ بِكُلِّ عُرفٍ

إِذا جَمَدَ الأَكُفُّ تَدَفَّقانِ

A youth whose hands were with every virtue

When fists were clenched, flowing open-handed