1. The sons of Hurthan bore a blazing torch
At the dishonored assemblies with unbolted doors

2. Do not give me drink with your hands unless I seek
The bounty of meadows with plundered cattle

3. Their first ones guide every roaming camel
Bare like the gazelles of single men

4. And the cleaver of the throats of swimmers wandering
With snarling fangs upon the hillsides

5. They come forth from the midst of dust wrathfully
Beneath the dust veil in the accumulating dust

6. And when their blades are bared for their throats
They show the sharp edges of canine teeth

7. They carry the youths of calamity from Ja’far
Disheveled as if they are the black of thickets

8. And you see spears amidst them
And flies upon each growling tattered garment

9. They pasture the oozing of wounds as if they
In glory are the elite guards of the noble lords

10. Oh sons of dogs how can Ja’far be denied
And the clan of Dubyana present at the assembly

11. They killed the son of ‘Urwa then hastened without him
Until we judge them to answer

12. Between the son of Qutra and son of Hatik his throne
What generosity to a petitioner with address

13. A people whose excellence Madan knows
And truth is known by the wise