1. Amrah's youth has made her wealth grow
So did she shun us or was it just our affair?

2. And if she grazed in her abode
Today her estrangement has reached you

3. No garden of gardens is like Qata’s
As if its lanterns are its firebrands

4. None fairer than she nor slender as a branch
A bucket whose darkness has cleared

5. Amrah is of the lofty women
Who scent with musk their veils

6. And we are the horsemen on the day of mounted foray
Who know well how to charge as horsemen

7. We kept the swords behind the bow cases
Until their sharp edges were blunted

8. When the lion of war grew independent
His helpers strengthened the battalion

9. You see them quiver with the quiver of shields
As the death-throes make the spears quiver

10. And at our battle Duhy and Awaf met doom
And their brothers and comrades

11. We turned back the battalion routed
Destroying it with the same that made it

12. And they knew that whenever we rise against its like
Its fires will remember us

13. And but for abhorrence of bloodshed
Its rivers would have watered its valleys

14. Yathrib knows well that the Prophet
Makes Yathrib's scales even

15. Beauty of face, mourning of swords
Youths hastening to glory

16. And by trot from Yathrib Abbed
Will waste its riches in wine

17. Cheap to the Aws seem their riches
When their drinking-bouts grow riotous

18. There came to them maidens of Malik
Youths rushing to fright them

19. And they knew that what undid them
Were the Prophet's swords and helpers