1. Ask the clan of Banu Kilab at Balis,
At the foot of the rugged heights,

2. We met them with short swords,
Sufficient for the task of long spears,

3. And Ibn Awsaja's son fled with many,
His steps hampered in the narrow terrain,

4. He saw a flea when we let him escape,
More precious than a close kinswoman or wealth,

5. Umayyad slave girls circle around him,
And women ask him about the men,

6. They say to him "Safety is the best spoils,
And humiliation lies in that saying,"

7. And throngs of white horses shunned him,
Turning from the open ground to the ravines,

8. And they returned listening to us, so we returned,
To the customary noble deeds,

9. And whenever we were pleased after anger,
We healed with spears what swords had injured.