1. By my life, though my life is not easy upon me,
What a fine young man you took, O clan of Khasham!

2. He was struck down in his prime, they both were,
And it pained us that he was struck down and we were forced to comply.

3. Whenever he rode forth with the horses in the morning
To the ridge of Ashrak, he would rein them in and hobble them,

4. Then he would unleash them to race like the wind, as though they were
Locusts driven by the Najd wind to devour everything.

5. After he was gone, the resting places were left desolate,
And the pebbles were covered with the blood of his charges.

6. In the evening they returned plundered and harrowed,
All seen to be restless under the saddles.

7. And when they were not chased by a wise one,
Or by an eminent horseman, he would chase them with his blindness.

8. He was the shelter of the tribe in every crisis,
Their protection and the armed knight.

9. He would rise to supremacy whenever war bared its fangs,
Subduing it by force or setting it aflame as he wished.

10. I swear I shall never cease shedding copious tears
That wander in my eyes ceaselessly.