1. So convey to the tribe of Malik
That you are more knowledgeable of our news

2. As for palm trees, we have none
Watered palm trees or those pollinated

3. But a group like a worn out leather bucket
With holes here and patches there

4. Raids that carry our heroes
To death, destined and shrouded

5. And I prepared for war a strong she-camel
Who persists when danger comes

6. A creation like an empty bottle
Protected yet neglected

7. Whenever its owners desire, it yields
Red dye in its resin

8. Hunted randomly, the shaded one upon it
In drizzle and fair, bright moon