يا دَوسُ إِنَّ أَبا أُزَيهِرَ أَصبَحَت

أَصدائُهُ رَهنَ المُضَيَّحِ فَاِقدَحي

O Dawos, truly Abu Uzayhir's

Echoes have become hostage to the valley, so inspire

حَرباً يَشيبُ لَها الوَليدُ وَإِنَّما

يَأتي الدَنِيَّةَ كُلُّ عَبدٍ نُحنُحِ

A war that makes the sturdy grey, though every

Base slave comes to vileness in the end

فَاِبكي أَخاكِ بِكُلِّ أَسمَرَ ذابِلٍ

وَبِكُلِّ أَبيَضَ كَالعَقيقَةِ مُصفَحِ

Then mourn your brother with each tanned one, faded,

And each white one like carnelian engraved

وَبِكُلِّ صافِيَةِ الأَديمِ كَأَنَّها

فَتخاءُ كاسِرَةٌ تَدُفُّ وَتَطمَحِ

And each smooth soft leather one as if

A pregnant she-camel yearning, desiring to give birth

وَطِمِرَّةٍ مَرَطى الجِراءِ كَأَنَّها

سيدٌ بِمُقفِرَةٍ وَسَهبٍ أَفيَحِ

And a spotted she-camel whose spots the bare ground accentuate as if

A master with an austere abode and vast courtyard

إِن تَقتُلوا مِئَةً بِهِ فَدَنِيَّةٌ

بِأَبي أُزَيهِرَ مِن رِجالِ الأَبطَحِ

If you kill a hundred because of him, still it is baseness

Compared to Abu Uzayhir's men on the high ground