1. From a dunghill by Al-Matihi did you know her
Long by Al-Matihi was her dwelling

2. Tears disobeyed you, so weep abundantly
When her eyelids overflowed over you

3. Oblivion erased her traces with time until she became unrecognizable
As if the parchment of a skilled calligrapher adorned her

4. A script from his hand, therein a dal and a seen
Extravagance came before generosity in Umm Wasil’s son

5. And none guarded secrets like her confidant
She was never treacherous, for treachery is her namesake

6. And no soul counseled another to betray it
You extended ropes from yourself until they snapped

7. And the strength of ropes does not fail
Are not those ruins crying for their elders

8. Over a dear son when his protection failed?
You were not fair to yourself if you attached

9. To any passion that made you sleepless except her
She has a longing that despair did not reach

10. From the confounded hopes and passions, abundant are her sorrows
Meanness came before generosity in Umm Wasil’s son

11. And none guarded secrets like her confidant
I embarrassed Jarir son of ‘Atan and his people

12. And their lineages on the day of reckoning will humiliate them
By your life, Kalib is blind to the creed

13. By which the nomads worship their religion
Ruins will reach Yarbu’a in his remote abode

14. The offenses I caused her brought her sorrows
Yarbu’a puts you to shame whenever she recalls you

15. And you put her to shame whenever you defend against her
The vilest creature alive and the evilest

16. Under the soil buried are her remains
Every human is made of Adam’s clay

17. And Yarbu’a’s clan is made of the vilest clay
Waraqa Yarbu’iya, an evil parent raised her

18. A despised breeder, so she and her fetus became rotten
Evil is what’s beneath her clothes, as if she were

19. An ancient sphere, prolonged became her moons
Whenever she recalls her habits, a scabby woman

20. Shakes her head and becomes possessed in her madness
And Maytha’ Yarbu’iya grinds with her vulva

21. That she leaks flour whenever she grinds
The millstone takes from her crotch and vulva

22. Slices whenever the miller sculpts it with his right hand
And take captive the women of Banu Hudhayl

23. They did not catch up when their yearning prolonged
The last they saw of their women

24. Were their hind parts tied with tails
Mounted behind calling you while their left

25. Hands point backwards and the Hudhayli right hands forward
Had you attacked during the inviolable months

26. Neither would the virgins nor assistants of women depart with the tribe
You see between her eyes an evident book

27. Which her father inscribed, degrading her religion
The most disgraceful thing for Banu Yarbu’a is that their women

28. Support vile riffraff, a despised company
When she farts her vulva brings disgraceful winds

29. And when she abstains her stomach brings disgraceful winds
The honor of Taym’s lineages is modesty

30. While Yarbu’a’s lineages are unprotected by modesty
If Taym is attributed then their poetry illuminates

31. The rhyming prose and its themes remain continuous
We are the sons of knights, the day

32. Winds blew away all protection and dens
And the sons of the knights of dogs while you are

33. The sons of mule riders whose eyes never dry
So deliver oh son of Mursal these winds for me

34. Panting, for I will disgrace her
Riyah thought I will never insult her

35. She was wrong when she thought her thoughts