1. O Jafnah left behind by the son of Hawdhah
Filled with his companions like a basin filled brimful

2. Like a platter of sheez covered over
With cured meat fat on a morning after windy night

3. Or who is there for a pasture as though its thorns
Were a hollow soaked by the daughters of wild plum

4. Or who is there for opponents lying emaciated while their cheeks
Incline on fragile bones

5. Verily man is not there for you, O perishing one
Between Dimakh and the abode of Khenzar

6. That perishing one, none other like her
So lend me your shame, no man there for you, but show patience