1. My nights lengthened with worries of settled folk,
And my head grayed the day the battle of Hajir occurred.

2. By my life - and my life has not been easy on me -
No good luck accompanies me like further ruin.

3. Indeed Kurz gained at Hajir a battle
That sufficed his people from other long dark nights,

4. So may God bless the eyes of whoever saw a youth like him,
Kurz son of Amer struck him with a spear.

5. O tribesmen of Dhubyan, weep for your pillar
With every tender-skinned white sword,

6. And every soft-hoofed, prick-eared horse
Bending with a saddle like a blossoming carnelian,

7. And every tender-cheeked swift-going one as though he were
A stallion with a docked tail and castrated flesh.

8. And if you do not make the people a morning raid
Of which a later arrival tells the tale,

9. And throw Uqail what comes after which there is no
Survival, then be like sheltered slave-girls.