1. The tribe of Hima have my heart's disdain;
Their camp's unlovely, sordid, and profane!

2. God frown upon them! None with me agrees
To rid of them this sweet abode of ease.

3. Lolling at ease, upon their haunch, the louts
Debar the poor and worthy from their haunts:

4. And did thy clan not come to my relief,
Helpless I were in face of shame and grief.