1. O Hashim son of Hudayj, your pride
Is not in killing the son-in-law of the Messenger of God in cold blood

2. You bundled his corpse onto the litter of the camel caravan
Evil is what your hands have sent forth for the morrow

3. If you kill the son of Abu Bakr, you have killed
A rock by the valley of Malhub, O clans of Asad

4. And they drove you into the mountains far from refuge
As the ostriches are driven when they stray in the wild

5. And at Sharahil Abu Hanash was struck down
The day of the dogs, and you did not defend with your hands

6. And the day you said to Zayd as he was killing you
“He kills dogs!” You have certainly declined from noble birth

7. And every Kindite woman said to her neighbor
As tears flowed from her, both blink and wink:

8. “The passion of Imru’ al-Qays for singing slave-girls
Has distracted him from vengeance and firm, straight spear-shafts”