1. Do you know the abode whose loved ones have been erased
As though its Builder had raised it after us?

2. With the sweet-scented herbs that alternate
Shading it for a time, then leaving it nude in the rains,

3. I had not been to the dwellings of the living before parting
Had stripped me bare of them now and again.

4. Now it holds nothing but tent pegs and structures
And ever-blazing coals through it flare.

5. Had we been bound for the son of Khudaysh
Or the sons of Dajajah's tribe, they were noble,

6. Or 'Amr ibn Haznabal in his litter
And Majid, son of a carpenter, of free birth,

7. But to Jarthum the mangy when she gave birth
To a slave of 'Ilij of the two castles, most vile.

8. I remember Zayd - no praiser is he -
At Marj the day we halted at Hammar,

9. Who joined Zayd the morning after Marj to his daughter:
A villain acts in accord with his villainy!