Others put the number at sixty-three thousand. (1)
The Count, lord of Tripoli, had warned them about the Muslims’ might, (2) but Prince Reynald, lord of Kerak, objected and said, “There is no doubt you love the Muslims and are trying to scare us with their multitude; fire never fears an abundance of fuel.” The Count replied, “I am nothing but one of you, (3) and you will soon see the outcome of what I tell you.” (4) They then advanced toward the Muslims. (5)
The Sultan moved on, captured Tiberias, and strengthened himself with the provisions, equipment, and other stores it contained. The fortress (6) shut itself up against him, so he did not trouble himself with it; (7) he secured the lake for himself, (8) preventing the unbelievers from reaching it for even a single gulp or catching so much as a glimpse of water. They pressed forward in a thirst known only to Allah—glorified and exalted is He—. (9)
The Sultan then positioned himself on the western heights of Tiberias, by a village called Hattin, which is said to contain the grave of Shuʿayb (upon him be peace).
The doomed enemy came—among them the lord of Acre, of Kafr Kanna, (10) the lord of Nazareth, the lord of Tyre, and the rest of their kings. The two armies faced one another, (11) the two forces met; the face of faith shone bright, whereas the face of disbelief and loss grew dusty, black, and dark, (12) and the evil turn fell upon the worshippers of the cross. That was on the afternoon (13) of Friday, and the people spent the night in their battle lines.
Dawn broke on Saturday, (14) a day grievous for the people of Sunday, (15) with five days remaining of the month of Rabiʿ al-Akhir, amid fierce heat: the sun rose upon the faces of the Christians, and because of their extreme thirst they reeled like drunkards—though they were not drunk—, (16) while beneath the hooves of their horses—