1. For whom are the abodes in Sahah desolate, what lessons have they learned from the wilderness?
Save for ruins, as if their features were depicted by the pen of creation in an erased parchment.

2. An abode for Fatimah in the fullness of spring, it halted on the lofty plateau of many peaks.
Her days of neglect, even if you do not find them bent with the worst of illnesses, the illness of decay.

3. And your morning raid, O gentle, pure raider, with white, gazelle-like steeds like the white-tailed bucks.
Her cheek is soft-skinned as if it were a cloak that grew amidst tender sprouts.

4. Will you not forget her love with mighty endurance, and the shelter of wet clay and palms?
Spring has raised its banners, so it thrived, and followed its sprouts with branches.

5. So it seems to waver when loosed, and peck its rods, striking them with its lips.
I have wasted its vitality and bent its banners by traveling after an evil separation.

6. And the commander of the cavalry whom I disobeyed with a bare, galloping, smooth mare.
She was created on meadows, and her intelligence was perfected, and ingenuity worked wonders in her.

7. And when she is exhausted and her drinking from the water trough decreases, and she becomes slippery in persistence,
She removes sins from the middle of her path - the association of competitors while she is no sun.

8. When you face her, it is as if she has withered but is not shrivelled.
And when you turn away from her, she is like a yellow flask with a neck.

9. And if we dye her, her dye does not dry out, as if her blessing is an abundant wedding.
And if we unleash her to the enemy, the closest columns will plunder her.

10. This one carries me, white with sword drawn, engaged in known, frequented battles,
On a day of protective peace, like a lion that is not fed with prey,

11. And the clan of Khuzaymah know that we are among their best in fortune and misery.
We mourn their enemy, and our ram butts for them, and the butting is not weak.