لَقَد تُدلِقُ الغاراتِ يَومَ لِقائِها

وَقَد كانَ ضَرّابي الجَماجِمَ صيدُها

On the day they meet, skulls are her prey

And her raids cause devastation and dismay

مَعاقِلَ أَيديها لِمَن جاءَ عائِذاً

إِذا ما اِلتَقَت حُمرُ المَنايا وَسودُها

To those seeking refuge, she shows no grace

When the blacks of death meet the reds of her mace

وَكانَت إِذا لاقَت بَجيلَةُ بِالقَنا

وَبِالهِندَوانِيّات يَفري حَديدُها

When Bajila faced the warriors of Hind

Her iron made their ranks break and rescind

فَما خُلِقَت إِلّا لِقَومٍ عَطاؤُها

يَكونُ إِلى أَيدي بَجيلَةَ جودُها

She was made for a people whose gift would be

Bounty and plenty for brave Bajila's fee