1. Arqam married her though her loss was his
In his side was a leather tent of hide

2. Had her father been a serpent, and sought her hand
The suitor's nose would flow with blood, undried

3. At morn I lost composure, at night had no rest
A free, noble man feels ever blame inside

4. To Taghlib it was disgrace what befell
The sister of Ma'add's clans, of valor's pride

5. They are not equals for us, the generous ones
No refuge they give, nor comfort provide