1. أَلا لَيتَ قَومي وَالأَماني كَثيرَةٌ

    شُهودِيَ وَالأَرواحُ غَيرُ لَوابِثِ

    Ah, would that my people—and wishes are many—

    were witnesses to me, while souls do not linger,

  2. غَداةَ تُناديني الفَوارِسُ وَالقَنا

    تَرُدُّ إِلى حَدِّ الظُبى كُلَّ ناكِثِ

    on the morning the horsemen call to me, while the spears

    drive every oath-breaker back to the blades’ edge:

  3. أَحارِثُ إِن لَم تُصدِرِ الرَمحَ قانِياً

    وَلَم تَدفَعِ الجُلى فَلَستَ بِحارِثِ

    “O Harith, if you do not bring back the spear blood-red,

    and do not ward off the great calamity, you are no Harith.”