لَئِن ظَفِرِتُم بِشَيخٍ مِن مَشايِخِنا

لا يَحمِلُ الرُمحَ وَالصَمصامَةَ الذَكَرا

If you have captured an elder of ours

Who bears neither spear nor sword

وَلا يَخوضُ غِمارَ المَوتِ مُنصَلِتاً

وَلا يَرى لِلرَدى وَرداً وَلا صَدرا

And does not plunge into the thick of battle

Seeing no virtue in havoc, no valor in devastation

فَكَم قَتَلنا لَكُم فِتيانَ مَلحَمَةٍ

رَأدَ الضُحى وَجَبينُ الشَمسِ قَد ظَهَرا

How many spirited youths have we killed for your sake

When dawn was still gray and the sun's brow barely showing