1. My sons of Mathwala, I have obeyed your counsel
Even if it kept me from warring a friend

2. And the clan of Umayya, all their chiefs
And the clan of Riadh, if you consider them

3. My steed shall carry me to you, though their host
Of the clan of Murra in Hejaz may seek to bar me

4. A ring of men who made the desert void
As if they were the tribes of Manbij and Kathib

5. And when alarmed my tunic hangs loose
Bare, with slit skirt gaping wide

6. An ugly roan whom, when I check, I find
Slack-girthed, the belt being worn through and sliding

7. I have made ready for the sons of Luqayt
My spear, my Indian blade, my iron coat of mail

8. And my tried charger, no shirker from the fray
When tribe meets tribe in the valley to prevail