1. Did he who dragged away my noble she-camel maim her,
While my abode was spacious for the guest's repose?

2. When the anklets were excited I was not
At peace, while ceaselessly called those anklets.

3. The milch-camels of Iraq were not soothed by the tinkling,
And the men tall in stature by (the clashing) of the qalansuwa.

4. My cloak and fair display give me no joy,
Nor my people and family, noble and glorious.

5. Whenever we vie with them in shooting our arrows hit the target,
And if we hurl a pebble at it, it is one right on the mark.

6. Yet I grieve that she turns away,
Little care have I for life - death will surely find me.