1. وَفينا كُلُّ أَروعَ لَم يُرَوَّع

    بمُزدَلِف الجُموعِ إِلى الجُموعِ

    And among us is every awe-inspiring hero, himself never awed,

    as hosts close in upon hosts.

  2. جَلاءُ جُفونِهِ رَهَجُ السَّرايا

    وَطيبُ ثيابِهِ صَدأُ الدُّروعِ

    The polish of his eyelids is the dust-cloud of war-bands,

    and the perfume of his garments, the rust of armor.