1. O Mayya, arise and lament in assemblies
For one who built the highest glories was laid low

2. Say, may Allah not banish the beloved far
And salve the anguished, broken heart thereby

3. A chieftain of men, whom fate brought low
And for whom a day the earth was made his grave

4. Arbad called, a caller hearkening, so he heard
Yet could not hold on, or from it be saved

5. Such is the way of men that went before
Them that laid waste to Iyad and Tubba's line

6. By your noble father, O daughter of Arbad
Grief has rent me for the loss, and caused me pain

7. To lose a brother, the beloved, is too much
And the hand of fate took him quick away

8. So my eyes, since Arbad passed, will not
Cease to flow in tears that freely pour

9. A man who knew what's right, who no tribe denied
Saw his hospitality as their treasure troves

10. God damn this age! For I have seen it fix
Its wanton ways on Adam's heirs with love