1. A crescent moon sought when their plight grew grave
And their dreams betrayed them, what refuge to crave

2. And what man when people shunned giving them aid
Said, "We are destroyed, so mount and judge fair and aid"

3. When dawn rose crescents paused as though they
Amid injuries and dead stood by a spring to waylay

4. An tribe diseased, its evil ran rife
And wearied the emaciated in every stage and strife

5. I tracked them until I dressed their wounds
And they yielded with bounty from the rule I maintain

6. We had scope, we had scope in matters we postponed
For the despondent seeker, what scope postpone!

7. We stretch means to every goal, however remote
Deeming its far rungs beyond all hope

8. While some tribes shatter heads against it
And whoso of the folk suffers it is given work

9. But the doer is not to vainly dissolve
Rather where warring hundreds stall and solve

10. We strove for good tidings that day and its ilk
The bond of best effort though it ne'er lasts

11. He of camels made superfluous, now counts
Mud yet but for our striving, no camels he mounts

12. They knew our fine deeds for Ibn Malik
And in battle and war in Maqil's confine