فِدىً لِاِبنِ بَدرٍ ناقَتي وَنُسوعُها

وَقَلَّ لَهُ لا بَل فِداءٌ لَهُ أَهلي

My she-camel and her newborn foal I ransom for Ibn Badr's son,

And he says, “Nay, but my people I ransom for him.”

شَفى وَتَغَلّى مِن وَراءِ شِفائِها

صُدورَ رِجالٍ مِن حَرارَتِها تَغلي

It heals and then from behind its healing bitterly burns

The chests of men, so hot it boils.

سَما بِالجِيادِ الجُردِ لا مُتَخاذِلٌ

وَلا وَهِنٌ عَن جارِهِ مَرِسُ الحَبلِ

It mounts the smooth-backed steeds, nor weak,

Nor shirking from its neighbor is the twisting rope.

غَداةَ اِستَهَلَّت بِالنِسارِ سَحابَةٌ

تُشَبِّهُها رِجلَ الجَرادِ مِنَ النَبلِ

When on the day the clouds unleashed the morning downpour,

Resembling the legs of locusts with its shower of arrows.

أَبَوا أَن يُقيموا لِلرِماحِ وَشَمَّرَت

شَغارِ وَأَعطَوا مُنيَةً كُلَّ ذي رَجلِ

They refused to stand and meet the levelled lances,

And bared Shagar, granting every legged creature death.

فَما غَنِموا يَومَ النِسارِ وَلا وَنَت

فَوارِسُنا إِذ أَبصَروا عَورَةَ الرَجلِ

So they gained naught on the day the rain poured down,

When our horsemen saw the foemen's weakness.