سَوْدَاءُ تُحْدَى عَلَى ثَلاَثٍ

لَهَا عِجَاجٌ مِنَ الدُّخَانِ

The black one challenges three,

With smoke plumes from it.

تَمُرُّ فِي وَسْطِهَا وَتَأْتِي

بِلاَ بَرَاحْ وَلاَ مَكَانِ

It passes amidst them and comes

With no wind or place.

بِجُلِّ نَارٍ عَلَى ثَرَاهَا

وَبُرْقُعٍ حَالِكِ الحِرَانِ

With raging fire on its expanse,

And scorching hot metal armor.

تُحْمَدُ قُوتَاً لِغَيْرِ رِفْدٍ

يُنْهَبُ فِي سَاحَةِ الْخِوَانِ

It is praised for its power without support,

Plundered in the field of allies.