1. My Laila refused to leave
And tied her gaze to the stars

2. And to a star below them, desires
Between the bucket and Scorpio

3. And this morning won't come
Nor will it approach or get near

4. With the loss of a tribe among us
The generous of tent and position

5. Time has tested them
With iron claws and talons

6. And there is no refuge or escape
From it once it comes

7. Oh eyes, weep for them
With unfamiliar tears

8. For if you weep, they are my comfort
They are my pillar and shoulders

9. They are my origin and branches
My lineage, when it is recounted

10. They are my glory and honor
My fortress, when I feel fear

11. They are my spear and shield
My sword, when I am angry

12. How many among them, when they speak
Do not lie

13. And how many eloquent speakers among them
Orators, pure and articulate

14. And how many horsemen, tested
Skilled, distinguished and warlike

15. And how many insightful men
Shrewd, surrounded by conquests

16. And how many armies among them
Great in fire and procession

17. And how many virtuous nobles
Honorable, glorious, begetting honor