1. Convey to the radiant stars of Bani Bakr and their chief
I mean Abu Al-Sahba of Bostaam

2. I quench the thirst of my people from its spring and give them drink
So they spend the mornings in meadows lying down

3. They do not fold up when slumber descends nor
Dream dreams forever in their beds

4. The grief of Tameem ibn Morr was inconsolable
Until they brought back to him captives and booty

5. If only a captive whose life you could ransom
Feeding him whatever he wished, when you were his food