1. How excellent is Ibn aunt of the tribe imprisoning Mus'ab
For the knocker of a fearful night and the descenders

2. And how excellent is the young man O Ibn Az-Zubayr you imprisoned
When the hawks of traveling are restless one day

3. If I had died among my people and had not come to old age
To weaken me among them, a man who is not just

4. I would be honored by it from a death if I met it
I stab in it every torn robe

5. And I was not afraid that I would see myself chained
Without guilt amidst Bakr bin Wael

6. And you found me O Ibn Az-Zubayr as if
I was hit by an arrow from your piercing arrows

7. So if I slip away, the sun does not gather between us
Nor the night except in tents and tents

8. When will I let the young men of hooligans ride
Thirsty thoroughbreds, sleepy, slow

9. Birds of prey resemble them when they are arrogant
With their horsemen in intertwined ornaments

10. They fly with the hands when they rise with them
Their images followed them to the plains

11. He leads the reins of the horses with me and with my company
Kumayt Al-A'la, the Berber of the Lower

12. Upon us are coats of mail from the inheritance of Muharraq
And neglect which the polishers deserted from it

13. And expelled from the spears of Rudaina
And shields of Jawn hung on the shoulders

14. If you wished, you would not imprison a friend and would not grant
To you in traceability the shoulders are declining