1. Her eyes have returned to torment me, and her pride,
Are they blind or do they ache when they see me?

2. Or has the house become desolate as though
It were a Yemeni parchment inscribed with poetry?

3. I remembered in it India and its dream companions,
Through it the spy is disproved and its ruler disobeyed,

4. So what chisel weeps for the loss of its friend
When it remembers it, its sobbing will not stop,

5. With more copious tears than mine when I saw it
Urging its camel before dawn with them

6. Did it not come to India however its people acted
The clan of Aamir, when its warner came running

7. And they said to us, "We love to meet you
And we greet your land and will visit it"

8. So we said, "Then we will not evade you for long,
With the silence of the spearheads which blood reddens"

9. So no wonder the horses cough in the spearhead
As the stallions thunder beneath the hilts

10. It moans from the ugly thing that befell it
And lowers its cheeks, and the lances shape it

11. And its masters are slain by the havoc of ruin
Its lionesses and leopards drag them

12. So convey to Abu Al-Hajjaj my message from me
Fettered, do not let its locks escape you

13. You who barred peace the day you met us
With your palms covering deceit and kindling it

14. So taste what was of the excess of malice
Our milk-stock when our supporter was absent from us