1. My father bears the banner which Harith
Dragged at Murra when her men's veins did not quiver,

2. And we cherished life from his palm though
The melody of fortune forsook its right.

3. We, for Kinana's wound, her suffering have borne
And for a crescent moon, when her shoes were straitened,

4. And when the bowels of Ma'add were gripped with hunger
And when the mountains of Ma'add were stripped bare.

5. We are not like a people who newly come to power,
Their wealth is seen, but their works are not felt.

6. Their labours are limited to their houses,
While our forays are dove-flighted raids sending their families into mourning.

7. They slander destiny in prosperity, but their benefit
Is little when possessions lose their savour,

8. And we spoke without defect and spun with an effortless whorl
What time the fires of war sent up their flames.