بَنو وائِلٍ وَبَنو واقِفٍ

وَخَطمَةُ دونَ بَني الخَزرَجِ

The clans of Wail and Waqif

And Khathamah beneath the tribes of Khazraj

مَتى ما دَعَت سَفَهاً وَيحَها

بِعَولَتِها وَالمَنايا تَجي

Whenever their foolishness and woe call out

With her screams and death draws near

فَهَزَّت فَتىً ماجِداً عِرقُهُ

كَريمَ المَداخِلِ وَالمَخرَجِ

She shook a glorious young man whose veins

Were generous in attack and retreat

فَضَرَّجَها مِن نَجيعِ الدِماءِ

بَعدَ الهُدوءِ فَلَم يَحرَجِ

So he stained her with blood in abundance

After quiet, and felt no shame

فَأَورَدَكَ اللَهَ بَردَ الجِنانِ

جَذلانَ في نِعمَةِ المَولِجِ

May God grant you, chilled wine

Generous in the blessing of the Provider