1. I have translated the poem from Arabic to English while preserving the output format you requested. Here is the English translation of the poem:
I swore but did not break down as the blood

2. Of offerings trickled from Mina and Dhabeer
How excellent is the noble youth! His bier

3. Lifted by the family of virtue; his shroud fluttering
Above the royal bed

4. As if, O son of nobility, you never hosted a guest
At night, never mended the home of a pauper

5. Never fulfilled the needs of visiting delegations, never said
To the white robes “Depart at dawn!”

6. He saw in the fillies one with docked tail
So it kicked with a foreleg on the saddlebow, and missed

7. The birds still hovered, dressing a fallen piece
Of its flesh and tripe