1. O eye, weep for what the sons of Asad have built
They are people of regret,

2. People of red domed tents
Of soft carpets and wine

3. Owners of bareback horses
Of polished swords in sheaths

4. Forbear cursing them,
Truly in what you say there is truth

5. In every valley between Yathrib
Are the cries of a shepherd or shouts of drunkard

6. You denied them Najd, so they descended
Upon Al-Wajl like voracious locusts

7. The sons of Asad were scattered like
A pigeon driven from her nest

8. You made two rods for them from tamarisk
And a third from wormwood

9. You either left them or you killed them
In either case, no blame

10. You are king over them
They are slaves till resurrection

11. They submitted to your whip like
Ashyqar submitted, he of the testicles