عَينَيَّ جودا عَلى فارِسٍ

بِأَجراعِ مُؤتَةَ فَالأَخرَجِ

My eyes spotted a knight

With the cups of Mutha so he brought out

طَويلَ النَجادِ رَفيعَ العِمادِ

مُصاصِ النِجارِ مِنَ الخَزرَجِ

Tall, with high pillars

Sucking the carpenter from Khazraj

وَيَنمي رَواحَةَ آبائَهُ

إِلى كُلِّ ذي غُرَّةٍ أَبلَجِ

And he grows the glory of his fathers

To every one with a white forehead

فَلَهفي عَلَيكَ غَداةَ الصَباحِ

إِذا هَتَفَت رَبَّةُ الهَودَجِ

So I yearn for you in the morning

When the lady of the tent calls

إِذا ساوَرَ القَومُ أَقرانَهُم

قَصَدتَ إِلى الفارِسِ الأَهدَجِ

When the people pace their peers

You head towards the dumb knight

فَغادَرتَهُ مُقعَصاً في الوَغا

وَكَفُّكَ في الرُمحِ لَم تَشنَجِ

So you left him fallen in the valley

And your palm on the spear did not flinch

وَإِن ضاقَ بِالمَوتِ صَدرُ اِمرِئٍ

فَصَدرُكَ بِالمَوتِ لَم يَحرَجِ

And if death tightens a person's chest

Yours did not shudder at death

مَضى صاحِباكَ وَقَد ضُرِّجا

شَهيدَينِ بِالعَلَقِ الأَضرَجِ

Your two companions passed away

Martyred by the muddy blood

وَكانَ لِباثُكَ عَن صاحِبَيكَ

كَمُلجِمِ طَرفٍ وَلَم يُسرَجِ

And your crying over your companions

Was like a bridled gaze that did not flow