1. Cease your words, O son of Amr, for they are
A shameful gossip whose drivel has no worth.

2. You have disputed my glory among the tribes,
Filling their lifetimes with that which degrades them.

3. I left them, settling in a foreign land.
Alas, homelands of song do not preserve their honor.

4. Their chests blaze against me with anger,
And their eyes glance at me in pretended fear.

5. My poverty has made me a target for their slander
With their chastity, if baseness could diminish it.

6. O fools who hope to easily seduce them,
Soon their sadness will startle you.

7. How could I be shamed when Aamir
Settles their debts at mountain peaks?

8. Their chests are not ignorant of the white swords,
Nor are their spear-shafts unaware of the brown lance.

9. I have discarded you as I would discard dishonor; if
My left hand extended to you, my right would forsake it.

10. If I were lightning in Al-Ghuwair then would appear
The abodes of Salma, its plains and undulating dunes,

11. I would turn away from it while passion dwells within it
And wrest from it a soul made mad by its madness.

12. When I wander with the clouds as my friends,
My concerns commune with the winding valleys.

13. For hearts I have filled with yearning for them,
Passionately in love, and in love driving them mad.

14. You will find, when the treasonous winds blow,
That you are misguided if you expect softness from them.

15. When the polished blades of Al-Ghuwair are unsheathed,
You will wish their eyelids were closed fast.

16. In my heart is such anguish over 'Udhaybah
That doubt's greed admits no certainty.