1. The tongues of the clan of Aamir came to me,
Their tales distracted me from seeing clearly,

2. That the clan of Al-Wakhm had marched together,
With an army like the light of the stars at dawn,

3. With every erect spear of the cavalry,
And every tall Kumeyt horseman fully armed.

4. The living did not sense until they saw
The white banners above the hills.

5. They advanced against them, then made them retreat,
And made them yield before the time of yielding.

6. Oh Lord of Shilou, make them stagger and stumble,
Whether a generous man at a march or a trick.

7. And the last thing left of them you see
Is skin like the peel of a rain-beaten potato,

8. And someone from Jumran, his face all dust,
And a man whose face was painted with soil.