1. Patience, loathed son of Rayth, for it is a womb
You loved it, so it moored you at Ja'ja'

2. Thus did spearheads rage before they killed
The sons of Usayd for my killing the clan of Zinba'

3. The sons of Dhubyan have indeed rewarded you
For what you did, like for like, measure for measure

4. Killing for killing, mutilation for your mutilation
Gently, Humayd, for the envoy shall not hurry us