1. O son of the nomad and the best of all Qais,
You left me in sorrow and melancholy.

2. So I will cry for you as long as I hear a dove
Calling sadly from the branches of the chirping bird.

3. You are the pillar of Suleim in glory,
And the branch did not insult the generous at the tomb.

4. You were a fortress for the whole tribe,
And their speaker at the time of peril and war.

5. So go, do not be far, and every mortal
Will taste the cup of death in sadness.

6. For God's sake, the clan of Nahasir, they
Demolished the pillar and attained the pitch black.

7. The thick-necked Majid, his veins pulsating
Like the full moon or in the rising like the lucky star.