1. More desolate than Umm al-Yamani's abode
Whose belly rumbles loudly like thunder

2. Like a bent branch whose wood creaks
As if it were a rose dripping with scent

3. My complexion - even if a barren camel were to roar -
Is as if he had stretched out to us an amputated hand

4. Covered in bracelets or in rings
No hands reach out to us grasping

5. For what we have already attained, while others covet
Jinn and mankind applaud us

6. So praise the clan of Khindif with an exalting eulogy