1. They were hostile to us, no doubt about that,
Yet we left them as loved ones or enemies.

2. So we provoke the rebels with them and say,
"Healing the soul is to ignite wars."

3. As if when they became hostile, I tucked
At the end of my mantle a taloned hawk.

4. The crime of an assailant in the head of a tall one
You see gathering bones for a cross.

5. It saw a prey bird on the ground so tucked
Into its beak feathers, gentle and fine.

6. It met it with a polished forehead
So it clashed between its eyes, pure white.

7. We prevented the enemy of the Bani Hannif
And the armored allies and sons of Sha’ob.

8. So they praised, “O Bani Shijaa, well done!”
And the right of the Sha’ob's sons is to reward.

9. In the morning, ask Sabra the Shijai about us
When we were separated, seeking asylum.

10. That the foremost ape had cast
The garment on him as he crept away.

11. And if it were not for us, Suhaib would have exhausted him,
The sword of truth, vanquished, defeated.

12. With it we leave the short one in his hands
Cowering, his evil shrinking, despised.

13. In the morning he called the Bani Shijaa and fled,
Biting his lip, not calling a respondent.

14. Perhaps you will benefit me one day, O Uro,
When I dwell under the graves.