1. Did you not ask the abode one morning when it would be inhabited
I counted for it eight years

2. In the valley of Diba so it changed
From life a droplet that does not awaken, being sleepy

3. Every young, passionate she-camel bred on it
And every high-humped male camel leading the caravans

4. It still waters it and its lands
With heavy downpours driving the clouds

5. It waters the brackish sea generously though it throws it back
The udders of wounds, then it went away

6. I knew it in its entirety as if they were
The bones of kings, pride and arrogance

7. They have a council where necks overcome each other
The pots of the protectors push away the enemies

8. And noble, honest youths not timid or terrified
Young men who covet money, desiring more

9. If they moan one day, you would hear among them
Singing, chanting, tapping and calling

10. And the clamor of an intoxicated singer in chains
Competing with the strings, one who is no archer

11. Competing with him is a doe-eyed gazelle
With a smooth cheek she leaves the heart burning

12. Tomorrow a youth of fate so days and nights passed over them
Succeeding one another

13. Successes of people who became ruins so their telltales
Weep and the ruins weep

14. I remembered a memory of Ummayma after
I suffered at the hands of Ummayma, suffering

15. She does not accept less than a delicate youth
And I cannot regain my youth

16. My time with youth and its people was long
And I faced terrors that turned gray hair white

17. The act of a loving friend appeared so when I followed it
It turned away and left my need in my heart

18. And it filled the heart's darkness and I do not want
Other than it and am not neglectful of its love

19. And had its connection remained I would not have spurned it
But separation from the beloved is enough of a healer

20. And she did not doubt except that she saw
My hair turned white and my incisors yellow

21. She blames my emaciated camel but I was
Disdainful of blaming the chaste women

22. Don't you know I was derided as a warrior
So today you have no right over me nor I over you

23. And before it I was derided with abasement
And he was the son of my mother and the most loyal of friends

24. A young man whose manners were perfect except
He was generous so he left no money remaining

25. A young man in whom what pleased his friend was complete
Even if what pained his enemies was in it

26. He says to whoever insisted he spend his money
Shall I spend my days and leave my money?

27. He pours rivulets with his spear and buys
Praise that remains even if it is expensive

28. I detested the long-armed, slow man
If he did not set out for glory he walked away

29. When disaster befell that young man
From the worries of man what cannot be found

30. It was enough for us, O Banu Kaab, for we did not see
For what was except what Allah repaid fully

31. And the day of An-Nakheel when we came to your women
Rushing she-camels racing the trained racers

32. And a severe day with no relief
Deafening those thought noble

33. As if the people's groan from fear of its evil
And their souls had reached the highest limit

34. The groan of a resolute darkness covered man
Not considering the consequences

35. We will inherit you; indeed, the inheritance is to you
A beloved settlement of deliverance and flood

36. And water from the springs, bitter and turbid
And a wolf that prowled if the night darkened on him

37. And our cooked meat from the stomach of Ukma; you
Leaped to their lords wrongfully

38. If only my people were not betrayed by their ancestors
And their dreams in the morning were spoils

39. But my people have become like Khaybar
With its harmful things that do not harm the enemies

40. The grudges of my people do not cease between them
And their shame until they become loyal

41. Loyal to an alliance, not loyalty to relations
But blood relations asking for help

42. So I did not find brothers except as comrades
And I did not find family except as dwellings

43. While an old woman gloated over her friend
And another blaming her and being hostile

44. But the brother of glory and generosity, Malik
Kept true to the covenant and accord

45. So the bulls drowned and the women of Tameem
Picked up the broken spears

46. For it after the support of the wet nurse and its calm
And the clamor of one who weeps if he wept

47. The neighing of the bull tossing its head
Attacking the dogs with its horns

48. And the stillness of the wet masses of urine
Of which the women's modesty does not relish contact

49. Will you not convey to Awf and his camel friends
He who intends evil will not lack it; do not live

50. So which eye of you will weep if you perish
It did not dry until it died as it was

51. The broken fangs are not the tattered clothing
Of a lion protecting Tihama's valley

52. When it sees a dangling horn it craves and pants
Bold against the horns, attacking fiercely

53. So it is not preceded by anything it wants
And it is not overcome and has no escape

54. With greater awe among the men
And another enemy and foe to it

55. May Allah not distance you if a disaster
Befell you from us, the house companion wandering

56. But may Allah reward you, alive or dead,
In every state, the best of what He repays

57. So nothing remains of that house and its people
Except the pleasures of nights and days, songs

58. If they come alive and generously with joy
They resided with them until meeting misfortune