I swear (and my word is true--an oath that hath no reserve,
and naught in my heart is hid save fair thought of him, my friend)--
If these twain his fathers were, who lie in their graves; the one
al-Jillik, the others al-Saidâ, by Hârib's side,
And Hârith, of Jafnah's line, the lord of his folk of old--
yea, surely his might shall reach the home of his enemy!
In him hope is sure of help when men say--"The host is sped,
the horsemen of Ghassân's line unblemished, no hireling herd,
His cousins, all near of kin, their chief 'Amr, 'Âmir's son--
a people are they whose might in battle shall never fail!"