1. Our horses stampeded to the admonitions of a preacher,
Then gathered in legions at the call of the pilgrim guide.

2. My brother Thamud I would sometimes chide,
Yet we made allowance for him in his seclusion.

3. Until we left the misguided one lying dead,
Barricaded in his mansion and annex.

4. By the life of the Mother of the Servant, had he met us
We'd have offered him a draft with no dilution.

5. Death indeed has missed a most formidable quarry,
Who has survived to a time, but no longer strong.