1. A free woman has parted from her people, so her absence is hard
The desert of Layla, its plains and hills

2. Shooting stars, except every towering smooth rock
The groves of Salma, its covenant and promises

3. Oh Abi Bakr, Oh Juhaysh
By God, the prayer of the unanswered call

4. Does not a day go by, that a battalion
Of Banu Uqayl swoop down upon you

5. While you are many, armed with iron and blade
And spear shafts that eclipse the sun with their thickness

6. Ibn Bishr's son is given drink, then pats his belly
While around me are men for whom it is not proper to drink it

7. They have prizes from you, stupid as if they were
The halls of kings, their havoc and plunder

8. Not all harm is harm, no good after it
For the people except to humiliate them

9. The women of Ibn Bishr are heavy and ours
Are calamities upon them each day their plunder