1. A need of you arose in me from Salma's love
While your people were between valleys and sands

2. So I remained in this sweetness, having tasted it
Euphrates of commixture, lofty winds

3. A merchant valued it with arms
With expensive gift and generosity

4. And you are not one who abstains from mention of Salma
And your heart is not deaf to commiseration

5. You smile about stones of cold torture
As if it were the light of meadows

6. When you taste it, filtered honey
Which bees stored in a waving banner

7. And the commiseration cut through the belly of the troop
Yemeni in estrangement and departure

8. As if when its burdens lightened
Below Dhi al-Ahzab, lower than a smooth rock

9. Cells of fleeing gazelles
Enemies not ceasing, earnest in journey

10. As if places therein by a burrow
Ink of a teacher reciting it by heart

11. And not a day Salima revives
With news of swordsmanship or morning

12. With ominous visit, lasting
Nor misfortune from the days appearing

13. And not bloodshed comprising peace
And lotuses between end and respite

14. Containing it passages of harshness
Instead of blade from the sword's body

15. With better than commiseration the day it stood
To bid us farewell for separation and dispersal

16. Shall I convey to Bani Qatn a messenger
Words of a brother reproaching without subtlety?

17. So I did not part from them until they thought
And the keening of them became manifest

18. And I do not leave my camels for you when they pasture
Qutman or Kanafir meadow

19. And they did not forbid the bounty of Ibn Su'ur
Fasting to Idhira'a so Al-Layah

20. So for them in its pasture there is no refuge
Nor in its enclosure least drink

21. Awf ibn Ka'b suns himself beneath it
With the whiteness of Al-Mashrafiyyah and spears

22. And the family of Muqais did not fail it
Regarding a war I desired, and no peace

23. And a group of sons aid it
Protectors of war, disliked for butting

24. And the builder of glory, Himman ibn Ka'b
And the builder of glory who was granted success

25. And if I call on allies they will help me
With a group the shouts do not confuse

26. They are my father, and I knew from them
My position, not doubting rest

27. Lead after them between esparto grass
And every insolent, offensive Salhabah

28. And every despicable, branching Timirah
Forgetting the vehemence of the truthful she-camels

29. When the girth is disturbed on their saddle pads
From toil, the face veil is disturbed

30. And young camels hunting prey heedlessly
And Qub of Al-Khadiriyyah in the morning

31. As if their range in Bani Rahbah
Were vestiges of weapons to Qutman

32. As if the cultivated she-camels among them
Were loosened Sind slave girls

33. As if the milkers in Bani Rahbah
Were carcasses of victims near their hunter

34. So whoever lends us sincere loan
When destitution and winds stripped bare

35. Will find it when it uncovers its treasure
Like clarified butter in unadulterated skin

36. And he who works with deception does not harm us
And cycles will take him in their grasp