1. The asker at morn, of me and of them,
After the torrent with protruding rocks;

2. Did we not leave their stalls dilapidated
Prostrate beneath the extending shadows?

3. Widows bewail them with griefs accumulated
Amidst abandoned encampments and habitations;

4. And the war has passed by us,
On the waters of Dafinah and Al-Hajil.