1. Were you a spectator and listener
To the victory of the radiant Bahra

2. Rushing to the young men of numbers and pegs
You hastened before the full moons and torches

3. On a plain of the mountains of Bihrah adorned
But the wars taught a lesson

4. Seizing whoever you met, you deemed them
Sweeter and more delicious than cool date syrup

5. They have no slave girls for you to seek
Nor are they spoils for a plunderer

6. Generosity and nobility when called upon
Not miserable, sullen or downcast

7. Silent with sweet dispositions when seated
Without any flaw in them or dumbness

8. Their horses are fed by their women
Who drive their camels with the caravan

9. When I set out I met
Jahm the brave like a ferocious lion

10. In his hand a cultivated
Gleaming in it like the flame of a torch

11. With a burning hand raging with blood
Seekers of lute strings plunged in death

12. Either the spears will clash with you and I won’t
Mourn you except for the bucket and pulley

13. You praised my matter and censured yours when
The fiery coals clung to the soul

14. And I prayed the heat of their fire
As the branded one prays from the sheep marked by slitting the ears

15. A hand defends him in which there is still life
A bird harboring as the shame of the wedding feast

16. In a little while they went above his body
For they were from a wailing woman and a mourner