1. They blamed me and said, "O Khawilid, do not graze!"
So I said and denied the faces, they are they

2. So I counted something and ad-Daris is as if
A blossom from the lote tree shaking it

3. Remember where is the escape? And I am
With the belt that saves from death, protected

4. By Allah, not a cloak or tribe of Ma'an
Is more beloved, and no brace of intertwined rope

5. And ropes were set up for a purpose it achieves
So sufficiency missed it, bundled up

6. It makes the poets fall when they stand next to him
Like the falling of the overflowing embellished bottle

7. As if pure whiteness behind his arm
His coat of mail and the hot iron armor

8. You see him having outrun the archers as if
In front of the dogs, listening, dignified

9. With one more generous than I when I warded off an enemy
And he missed me behind the slope with arrows

10. The vanguards with the strong, firm bonds and he incited me
At the battlefield, stretching out both arms, stirred

11. Remembering Dahil among us and he is a deserter
From the people, accusing him of wrongdoing and culpability

12. I almost did, having left behind the companions of advantage
At Hajar al-Shaghra from the strain, I endure

13. My daughter says when she saw me in the evening
“You are safe!” And yesterday you almost did not survive

14. And were it not for holding firm, my wife would have woken
To choose from her suitors and she is a widow

15. So she would sit or accept instead of me a successor
And an orphan almost on that day became bereft