لعَمرُكَ ما خَشيتُ عَلى أُبَيٍّ

مَصارِعَ بَينَ قَوٍّ فَالسُلَيِّ

For your life, I never feared that my father would fall

In the midst of battle against a powerful foe

وَلَكِنّي خَشيتُ عَلى أُبَيٍّ

جَريرَةَ رُمحِهِ في كُلَّ حَيِّ

Rather, I feared that my father's sharp spear

Would roam in every neighborhood

مِنَ الفِتيانِ مُحلَولٍ مُمِرٌّ

وَأَمَارٌ بِإِرشادٍ وَغَيِّ

Of the impetuous youth, showing the way

And inciting them to mischief

أَلا لَهفَ الأَرامِلِ وَاليَتامى

وَلَهفَ الباكِياتِ عَلى أُبَيِّ

Alas! The yearning of the widows and orphans

And the yearning of the weeping women for my father