أَلا ربّ نَهب قَد حَوَيتَ وَغارَة

أَلا ربّ نَهب قَد حَوَيتَ وَغارَة

شَهِدتَ عَلى عَبلٍ أَسيلِ المُقَلَّدِ

شَهِدتَ عَلى عَبلٍ أَسيلِ المُقَلَّدِ

Lo, many a spoil you have seized, and many a raid

Oh Lord, plunder and looting have carried you off

You have joined, astride a stout, smooth-necked steed.

You witnessed ‘Abal's ruin, his neck laden with steel chains

وَقرنٍ تَرَكتَ الطَير تَحجلُ حَولَهُ

وَقرنٍ تَرَكتَ الطَير تَحجلُ حَولَهُ

فَقَرَّعَتهُ ضَرباً بِعَضبِ المُهَنَّدِ

فَقَرَّعَتهُ ضَرباً بِعَضبِ المُهَنَّدِ

And many a foe you left with birds hopping around him,

And a flock of birds hovering around his skull

Then struck him with blows of a keen Indian-forged sword.

Battering it repeatedly with sharp beaks