1. O how ugly are the boys brought by
The mother of Hunaybir from Zand to her abode

2. With every banner of different colors fluttering
And every short spear that does not extend an inch with its point

3. Oh what a shame, did you not announce to the freemen
Like me, whenever some visitors afflicted me

4. Verily, the Quraysh did not call you by their nicknames
So support the clan of Masoud and Dinar

5. As for the slave girls, they do not call me a boy
When they talk about my withdrawal and passage

6. O daughter of Umm Hudair, if you had given us
Two seniors firmly built or decayed

7. Either new or worn out, the virgins would have returned
To cut them with knives for my litters

8. Verily, when the veins are forcibly extracted
And sweat flows when the litter is equipped

9. People have tested my wood, hitting it
And failed short of a cross other than the weak one