لَم تَعرِفِ الخَيلُ العُرابُ سَواءَنا

عَشِيَّةَ أَغواثٍ بِجَنبِ القَوادِسِ

The horses knew not our equality

On an eve of confusion by the ships

عَشَيَّةَ رُحنا بِالرِماحِ كَأَنَّها

عَلى القَومِ أَلوانُ الطُيورِ الرَسارِسِ

On an eve we lanced with spears as though

They were on the folk the hues of cranes