1. The daughter of Kalbi saw my cloak too short,
And the tears of the leader of the cavalry almost spilled.

2. And my cheeks became as if their heads
Were fragile winter plants after evenly growing.

3. And I used to be a pleasant companion to her with little money
I would stop and leave before one who lingers.

4. So I became like what fate makes for the youth -
I trace the signs which I used to know.

5.
If she saw a rider's she-camel one day

6. She would look from her neighbors or bend her neck.
She would say, "Move on, gains are plentiful,"

7. So I said to her, "I am a man who preserves himself."

8. And I hope for the gift of God from every side,
And wealth benefits me which I disdain.

9. And I hate going humbly to the lord of his abode,
A scoundrel who has two shifty cloaks and a turban.

10.
He is arrogant with money after villainy and baseness,

11. As the waterskin is tied up with straps.
Like one holding onto a rope, if not for his clinging,

12. He would be tossed from the sand hills.
He sleeps until his slumber is long,

13. And his cover is short of one who is hosting.
He is a burden on the council and his sale

14. Is short like the thumb of the Nughashi, cut off.
And if the servants are sent down one day to a farm,

15. It is said to him, "Get off your donkey, slow fool."
And oh people of honor, he answers them

16. With his lame she-camel, the top of whose humps are cut off.
On mattresses under which

17. Is a bed trembling like ostrich chicks.
So shame that he does not speak to his guest

18. For a while, and that she-camel is not fed.
And he gives little or his gifts are

19. Promises of stinginess with a door shutting between them.
Lying in wait for the droppings of date palms, he lies in ambush

20. And beneath their litter are his interwoven strips.
And we have from the blessing of God an attack

21. In which one with sturdy shoulders takes the withered dates.
Of tall build, speedy in the barren land, as if

22. He were nourished by panic grass and plucked coloquintida.
When the winds spend the night with him, their breezes

23. Reveal his hidden burrows like paper wasp nests.
A lanky youth walks on them as if

24. He is a bandit in the plains of Abta wandering alone.
And a black she-camel, her udders empty as if

25. Her teats were milked by one who delays to join the group.
And a bald she-camel from the family of Sarah as if she is

26. A canal her hair shaved by an eloquent refiner.
And sincere youths from the gift of our Lord

27. With their like we refuse the darkness and disdain.
And a brave tribe from the honor of Garf and Malik

28. To them we incline and form an alliance.
But our nights are at the lightening of Barmeel

29. And the plateau of Sharoura, below us, do not crack.
Nights of my family filled, yet I

30. Am bright in the evenings, confused.
I head to them but harmony does not last

31. For one who has on his forearms markings and tattoos.
And a village between the waters and it

32. Is an ample plain for the winds and a stopping place.
I interrupted its good and its objectionable

33. With camel herds in them stupidity and impudence.
Clamors that tear away the ground squirrels so the shade

34. Of their burrows scatters and the cats are disturbed.
As if I spent the night on the incline of the valley between it

35. And the morning breeze in sand that poured down grainy sediment.
It takes in the shining lightening and above it

36. Of peaks and hillsides are hollow reed-pipes.
It folds its branches with its flashes and turns aside

37. With its shadows among the saplings of the trees they scrape against.
As Al-Hesa the dog searched the watering place

38. The dripping of dew in its pasture trickled down.
When the dew of the hillside flows over its forehead,

39. A clear, continuous stream the eye of the lamb is blinded by pours forth.
And the companion of the dew attained his desire

40. For the fruit of the meadow and the plentiful stream.
So when the sun rose up to it in the morning

41. And a dusky camel stallion with small humps set out.
It shaded it perfectly, seeking with it

42. The game of the valleys, the son of Bureed and more knowledgeable.
A thick-necked reddish she-camel, as if her eyes,

43. When excited, are embers in the darkness bursting forth.
She is decked with the ears of wild animals so they are

44. A rustling like the rival galaxies swift of motion.
So it turned aside with its flashes, a protector,

45. Penetrating the chests of the she-camels and scraping them.
When it saw its masters had come close to it

46. And some of those who used to drive it away drew near,
It quickened its pace and did not turn like a shooting star

47. And the distressed escapes after being shrouded.
And it became like the Yemeni lightning, and beneath it

48. Are rocky mounds and ostrich nests of sand it churned up.
And the night of anchored stars, its darkness -

49. Its protectors are folds of fear wrapped up.
Terrifying, its skills the savior of its people spends the night

50. As if a pillar between its back is propped up.
When the people said, “Who is fortunate in this,

51. Tomorrow morning, or who is blamed and pierced?”
I was guided to deliver the people from its floodwaters -

52. The ascent of the towering peak perceptible and inclined.
And a people who wished for falsehood, so I turned them back,