Another poet reinforced the same idea (1):

A sacred ban forbids the hind-quarters of my horses to face the spears,
While their throats and breasts are left crimson and gashed.

It is unlawful for our lances to stab a man in flight;
They are driven only into chests—chests that splinter upon them.

They prided themselves on dying anywhere but in bed. When ‘Abd Allah ibn al-Zubayr was told that his brother Mus‘ab had been slain, he said, “If he has been killed, his brother, father, and uncle were killed before him. By Allah, we do not die a natural death; our appointed end comes by spears and beneath the shade of swords.” (2)

He then cited another poet’s words (3):

Indeed, our souls find death sweet,
While other souls go untouched, never once tasting it.

On this very theme al-Samaw’al ibn ‘Adiyā’, in the anthology al-Ḥamāsa, says (4):