1. Let Ibn Kalthoum weep for his time has come
The orphans and guests and all are left to wander

2. And a living tribe, when they reach their abodes
With graying beards, downtrodden and covered

3. Whenever he met them, he barred their way
His awe and fear cracked their gathering asunder

4. By my life, so much has been lost
And of allies, you shielded what now lies surrendered