1. As if the son of 'Amr did not raid at dawn
With horses, nor don coat of mail or armor,

2. Nor share with brethren of purity their bread
Snatching away scraps though the loopholes darker.

3. Nor once in the heat of noon built he a shade,
Of robes and mantle for his young warriors.

4. Then wept they over Sakhrs son, for he
When life glooms darkly, lightens the load of care.

5. He gives when goodness is asked of his hand,
And bitter to the seeker of bitter fare.

6. So Khanasaa laments in the dark and cries
And calls her brother who answers her nevermore.