وَيلُ أُمِّ قَومٍ صَبَحناهُم مُسَوَّمَةً

بَينَ الأَبارِقِ مِن شَيبانَ وَالأَكَمِ

Woe to the mothers of a people we met at dawn

Among spears from Shayban and Akam

الأَقرَبينَ فَلَم تَنفَع قَرابَتُهُم

وَالموجَعينَ فَلَم يَشكوا مِنَ الأَلَمِ

The kinsmen, yet kinship did not avail them

The wounded, yet they felt no pain

شققتُ بِالرُمحِ جِسّاساً وَقُلتُ لَهُ

إِنّي اِمرِؤٌ كانَ أَصلي مِن بَني جُشَمِ

I pierced a warrior with a lance and said to him

I am a man whose lineage stems from Banu Jusham