1. Be greeted, O Muslim woman of the clan of Bakr
With the regards of one whose heart was seared by embers

2. By the sign of all the sorrow you have known
And the disgrace we made you suffer in your youth

3. Whatever sincere affection you have seen
Whose ardour the resolute souls and steeds with us felt

4. Whenever it was recalled with pride, boastfully
In the abode of the stringed instrument and the green eyes

5. You shall drink only from a goblet, and you shall see
No plain water or milk in the drinking bowl, so rejoice

6. O Abā Mālik, do not recite poetry after this
And give the leadership to the two victorious commanders

7. The dead shall not be revived, nor the punishment removed
By the fanciful rhymes between your green fangs

8. Had you been the noblest of the clan of Wā’il
The morning after the piercing, you would have crawled to the grave

9. Were it not for fleeing every day at the attack
You would have been stained red by our pursuing brown swords

10. No tribe ever battled us
And we left them until you were pacified and plucked

11. You were like a dog whose kin the army killed
So it howled in their ruined and dusty abodes

12. With a battle in which its ravens cannot manage a mouthful
And the wolf in it becomes food for the eagles

13. While we left Tughlib, daughter of Wā’il
Like one whose fangs are broken and back is severed

14. And they became like the one whose two palms
Were content with a single split reed out of ten

15. Did ‘Amr not come, while the expanses were his
The killing-places of the lords of Iraq and the tigers

16. Whose spears circle them every day
With war having neither supporter nor reinforcements

17. And we, it was we who killed Wā’il for you in vengeance
And we, it was we who lamented ‘Amr with our swords