1. The ruins passed through the belly of a scattered hill,
And its dwellings faded away in the wind of time.

2. Its landmarks weakened and its shape was altered,
By the gales of winds and eras gone by.

3. Until it surrendered to that, as did every towering peak,
To the burning bolts continuously striking.

4. A house in which the eyes of the sheep roamed,
Running through its corridors with the deer.

5. Truly it glimmers in it as if its commotion,
Is a stream whose top violently bubbles.

6. O you who frightened us with the murder of its sheikh,
A rock who wished for the companion of dreams.

7. Do not make us cry foolishly, nor for our masters,
But let your crying be for the son of Mother Qatam.

8. A rock on the morrow whose spears skirmished over it
In the plain between ranks and pressing crowds.

9. Until they paraded him while the streets wavered,
From between a moderate one and another who lasted.

10. While the horses hovered over it as if they,
Were the rings of palm trees brought down from the tyrant.

11. Racing with the hanging banners, carrying every position,
A vanguard against the cunning whose fog his armor hides.

12. In it is the iron and in it is every protected one,
A spring and every literary work and sword.

13. And verily we killed them - and how many a lord
Whose horses and zeal hovered over him.

14. When the polished blades bite our throats,
They melt and toss, then the best outcome.

15. We protect our truth and prevent our neighbor,
And we wrap around the widows of the orphans.

16. And we march to war as support if it appears,
Until we wrap its forearms with forearms.

17. When you saw the armies of Kindah withdraw,
From us while Kindah is other than the essence of glory.

18. You claimed you would come as a caesar,
So you will be destroyed while you are a Shamite.

19. We refuse to be led by all the people,
Until we lead them without a halter.