وَقَد أُلاقي بَأسَ العُداةِ عَلى

طِرفٍ بِقُضبٍ كَالنارِ تَتَّقِدُ

I meet the might of enemies with

A spear like blazing fire kindled,

أَو عاسِلٍ كَالشُجاعِ هاجَ لِيَ ال

نَفسَ وَدِرعٍ كَأَنَّها الزَبَدُ

Or a gallant steed whose spirit for the fray

Is roused, and mail like foam congealed,

وَنَبعَةٍ لا يَفوتُ هارِبُها

وَقارِحٍ بَعدَ شِدَّةٍ يَعِدُ

A blade that never fails to reach its mark,

And, after fiercest onslaughts, threats renewed -

تَحُثُّهُ نَفسُهُ إِذا حُثَّتِ ال

خَيلُ وَطارَت بِهِ رِجلٌ وَيَدُ

Urged by his soul when battle lifts its voice,

His feet and hands keep pace among the brave.