1. The daughter of Al-Amri said, after seeing me healthy again like a tortured prisoner:
"What is this anxiety that I know you have

2. About taking revenge in the tribes of Zubaid and Arhab?
If you raid Zubaid, you raid the most glorious people,

3. Whose warriors in battle are the best warriors.
And if you raid my tribe Khat'am, their blood

4. Is healing, and the best revenge is for the wronged.
No bowstrings ever reached their target like Al-Muhaqqiq's,

5. With the bent bow Ajrad, like a trimmed rod,
Dark brown Khati, white Bater,

6. Za'af Dilas like a twisting brook,
The weapon of a man may let people know

7. That he is sought for the revenge of men wronged.
Though I am the son of the knight Amir,

8. Subtle with her and frank when adorned,
Amir did not blacken me against inheriting

9. What Allah refused to let me disavow mother and father for.
But I protect her protection and avoid

10. Harming her, and shoot at whoever shoots arrows at her."