1. She came to grieve us often
She may become our little princess

2. Those days were like
A cow with a flowing udder

3. She grew up before her time
White, with a long dress

4. Delicate, riding behind, going
Between the tall and the short

5. She landed on the meadows and the valleys
While my tribe landed on the island

6. The West threw her there
May she not become bitter for us

7. Yellow like willow
Her sweetness not lacking freshness

8. Of women white like eggs
In the rainy foggy valleys

9. Neither picking greens nor
Hitting the animal barn

10. Cheeses from the spotted she-goat and the shiny doe
Above the skins the smell of basil smells in their forearms

11. I am a man who does not tolerate
Defending the honor of my clan

12. In her tent is dignity and from
Her good manners a bed

13. I refuse small boats
And smash large ships

14. My mother is to Qais at heart
And my father to the glorious `Atikah

15. The daughter of the sheltered one from Bani
Dhakwan, no lacking poor

16. In her tent many men
And around her plenty of Mudar

17. It was built upon her just as
The frequented house was built

18. She calls so the courageous
Stallions come to her

19. With ostriches and however
Wild pregnant she camels

20. They gasp as if
Her rabbits were snatched by vultures

21. And a flat nose
In it the speckles of many stones

22. What man belittled men
His soul is that despicable

23. But plenty of life I have seen
Truly miserable big

24. So believing that is false
If it was not fruitful work