1. O mother of Amr, do not weep helplessly
For your brother as the mourner proclaims him

2. So weep ceaselessly, lamenting bitterly
For your exalted, noble brother

3. You have been bereaved of Maymun, whose leadership
Was most eminent, a lion in times of peril

4. For who do we have if we lose him and he leaves us
With no lord behind the people as defender

5. He used to summon his tribe as their lord
May he not be far, excellent was that summoner