1. حَولي تَنفُضُ اِستُكَ مِذرَوَيها

    لِتَقتُلَني فَها أَنا ذا عُمارا

    Around me your arse shakes its two cheeks,

    To kill me—so here I am, ʿUmāra!

  2. مَتى ما تَلقَني فَردَينِ تَرجُف

    رَوانِفُ أَليَتَيكَ وَتُستَطارا

    Whenever you meet me, one against one, they tremble—

    The lower folds of your buttocks—and you are panic-stricken.

  3. وَسَيفي صارِمٌ قَبَضَت عَلَيهِ

    أَشاجِعُ لا تَرى فيها اِنتِشارا

    And my sword is keen, gripped

    By knuckles in which you see no slackness.

  4. وَسَيفي كَالعَقيقَةِ وَهوَ كِمعي

    سِلاحي لا أَفَلَّ وَلا فُطارا

    And my sword is like lightning, and is my bedfellow—

    My weapon, neither notched nor cracked.

  5. وَكَالوَرَقِ الخِفافِ وَذاتُ غَربٍ

    تَرى فيها عَنِ الشِرَعِ اِزوِرارا

    And armor like light leaves, and a bow with powerful cast,

    In which you see a curve away from the bowstrings.

  6. وَمُطَّرِدُ الكُعوبِ أَحَصُّ صَدقٌ

    تَخالُ سِنانَهُ بِاللَيلِ نارا

    And a smooth, stout spear, with evenly spaced joints,

    Whose point you would take for fire at night.

  7. سَتَعلَمُ أَيِّنا لِلمَوتِ أَدنى

    إِذا دانَيتَ لي الأَسَلَ الحِرارا

    You will learn which of us is closer to death,

    When you bring the keen spears close to me.

  8. وَلِلرُعيانِ في لُقُحٍ ثَمانٍ

    تُحادِثُهُنَّ صَرّاً أَو غِرارا

    And among the herdsmen's eight milch camels,

    Which you tend, binding their teats or drawing scant milk,

  9. أَقامَ عَلى حَسيسَتِهِنَّ حَتّى

    لَقِحنَ وَنَتَّجَ الأُخَرَ العِشارا

    He remained attentive to their faint sounds until

    They conceived, and he helped the other ten-month-pregnant camels calve.

  10. وَقِظنَ عَلى لَصافِ وَهُنَّ غُلبٌ

    تَرِنُّ مُتونُها لَيلاً ظُؤارا

    And they summered at Laṣāf, thick-necked,

    Their backs ring out at night as they nurse foster-calves.

  11. وَمَنجوبٌ لَهُ مِنهُنَّ صَرعٌ

    يَميلُ إِذا عَدَلتَ بِهِ الشَوارا

    And a bark-tanned shield, with a portion of their hide,

    Which tilts when you balance the gear against it,

  12. أَقَلُّ عَلَيكَ ضَرّاً مِن قَريحٍ

    إِذا أَصحابُهُ ذَمَروهُ سارا

    Is less harmful to you than a wounded fighter,

    Who advances when his companions spur him on.

  13. وَخَيلٍ قَد دَلَفتُ لَها بِخَيلٍ

    عَلَيها الأُسدُ تَهتَصِرُ اِهتِصارا

    And I have advanced against cavalry with cavalry,

    With lions upon them, rending fiercely.