1. O my beloved, go about and ask of the abode
Of him who studies, of the people of probity,

2. Like the crushing of ice, the dew has cleared after you
Its tune and the blowing of the north wind,

3. And your companions will surely sing of it,
Those who cling to the causes of reunion with you,

4. Then their love was strengthened when they intended
Between the days, a state after a state,

5. So ask about them securely, like the remoteness
Of the one who seeks refuge, or the mountain goat,

6. We led our horses from the pastures
In the stables, examples of thoroughbreds,

7. Roaming from an unknown land
And wandering through plains and mountains,

8. So we encountered Al-Harith the lame in
An army like the night, lowering the highlands,

9. The day we left the enemy in Al-Qana
Subdued, sprawled in the arena,

10. Then we drove them insistently like wood
Approaching the watering place, wherever it flows,

11. Towards a hill the day the horses encircled it
Pressing from the right and left,

12. How many a chief who sends his thousand ahead
Of the most generous, the long-striding swimmer,

13. Our white and brown swords made lawful to seize their group,
And we have an abode which we inherited its glory

14. From ancestors, the oldest ancestry, from an uncle and maternal uncle,
A house which our forefathers inhabited,

15. The ones who bequeathed us glory in the first nights,
In it we have no castles other than

16. The neighbouring bare hills, stormed by men,
In the hollows of Udhaymuli, lofty of

17. Nose, in it the inheritance of glory and beauty,
So we followed the ruin of our first ones,

18. Kindlers of war, and fulfilling promises,