1. In my heart there is grief like deep wounds
That ache and bleed with sad lament

2. My love rejected me when she saw
My pale complexion, unable to jest

3. When I walked proudly, head held high
Caring not for ruin or success

4. Wretched is he who lives miserably
Pale and wandering, lost in distress

5. O my friends, call Kulaib for me
And tell him I'm locked in struggle's mesh

6. O my friends, call Kulaib for me
Then say to him the morn was blessed

7. O my friends, call Kulaib for me
Before all eyes behold the dawn's fresh dress

8. None have we seen like us, the day we marched
To seize the kingdom at the break of day

9. With our deadly lances and noble steeds
That leave their charging wake in disarray

10. Our guest has left and turned away
God pardon him the day he went his way

11. Gone are our days of grace and calm
O fate, how can you be so cruel and fey?

12. Woe for my mother, woe for her son
A Taghlibi slain, alas her awful dues

13. O noble scion, nurtured on glory's milk
Your loss has darkened my life's avenues

14. How can I be consoled when my clan is no more
My hopes for joy and fortune fade from view