وَخِرقٍ كَنَصلِ السَيفِ قَد رامَ مَصدِفي

تَعَسَّفتُهُ بِالرُمحِ وَالقَومُ شُهَّدي

And like the slicing blade, against him I aimed my spear,

Though his people rendered aid, I showed no fear,

فَخَرَّ عَلى حُرِّ الجَبينِ بِضَربَةٍ

تَقُطُّ صِفاقاً عَن حَشاً غَيرِ مُسنَدِ

My blow landed on his brow, fierce and bold,

Splitting his belly, no armor could it hold,

فَما رُمتُهُ حَتّى تَرَكتُ عَويصَهُ

بَقِيَّةَ عَرفٍ يَحفِزُ التُربَ مِذوَدِ

I did not stop until his defenders all withdrew,

Leaving but a ruined camp, their bodies slew,

وَحَتّى تَرَكتُ العائِداتِ يَعُدنَهُ

يُنادينَ لا تَبعَد وَقُلتُ لَهُ اِبعُدِ

Even pleas from maidens could not make him stay,

"Do not go far" they implored, but to him I did say:

أَطافوا بِهِ طَوفَينِ ثُمَّ مَشَوا بِهِ

إِلى ذاتِ إِلجافِ بِزَخّاءَ قُردُدِ

"Begone and away!" They circled him twice in a run,

To the barren valley they dragged his body, no more fun,

وَمَرقَبَةٍ دونَ السَماءِ طِمِرَّةٍ

سَبَقتُ طُلوعَ الشَمسِ مِنها بِمَرصَدِ

Below the sky's gaze, a hill there lies,

I reached it before dawn, no sleep in my eyes,

وَسادي بِها جَفنُ السِلاحِ وَتارَةً

عَلى عُدواءِ الجَنبِ غَيرُ مُوَسَّدِ

There my weapon found rest, but still warily,

Lest foeman rise, unguarded the act would be.