1. Has Umaymah knocked after some calm,
My brother's journey, the youth's shirts?

2. And from where did you find the path,
While the lion's land is under you and the thieves?

3. He took the reins firmly in his right hand,
Like the brave, wide-clawed lioness.

4. With little pride except his two straps,
Pure, whose edge remains sharp.

5. He loaded the belongings and saddled the camel,
And alighted at the watering place of soft sand.

6. She was not with a lantern for departure,
Nor hasty in her speech, excited.

7. She was not with dry cheeks,
Nor yellow clothes, nor bent down.

8. But not with dry cheeks that she heats,
Heavy walking, having a thick veil.

9. Afflicted, refined, heavy,
Smiling with cheeks not dried out.

10. She has the doe's neck and blinks,
And erect growth, inclined curvature.

11. As if her skin is strained honey,
With pure water in an aromatic bowl.

12. Ask about me when the goal seems far,
And the braids are pinned with the headband.

13. She walks when she comes to her neighbors,
With the gait of sticky mud.

14. No glimpse of Umaymah that I obeyed,
Or a questioner about her, insisting.

15. When I say, ask about her love,
A seeker of medicine heals, greedy.

16. She refused but to return you from her love,
A cure that goes straight for her, twisting.

17. Did you not ask about my friends who,
Are with low living and adversity?

18. And when I befriend the youths with patience,
On the grazing place of relatives, stingy.

19. I did not begrudge my guest and neighbor
With the expensive that I offer or the cheap.

20. With that my grandparents advised me,
So I heed their covenant and the elder is commanding.

21. And a people whom we carried, enemies,
On a hump, whose peaks are dry.

22. With an enmity as if the white in it,
Burns or the lightning of a bride flashes.