1. لا يَسمَعُ العودَ مِنّا غَيرُ خاضِبِهِ

    مِن لَبَّةِ الشوسِ يَومَ الرَوعِ بِالعَلَقِ

    No one among us listens to the oud save the man who stains it

    with clotted blood drawn from fierce warriors’ throat-hollows on battle’s day;

  2. وَلا يَزُفُّ كُمَيتاً غَيرُ مُصدرِهِ

    يَومَ الطِرادِ بَليلَ الطَفِّ بِالعَرَقِ

    nor does anyone lead forth a bay steed save the man who turns it back,

    on the day of the chase, its flank drenched with sweat.