1. For whom is a desolate abode in the desert,
Down the slopes between dunes and plateaus,

2. You wept recognizing its traces,
And yearning stirred in you like the crying of a raven,

3. Send word when you are among the tribe of Malik,
Fettered and with flasks of wine,

4. That you are a people rallied around a man
Sheltering his tent with canopies,

5. Who scorns your horsemen resolutely
And kills you like the killing of dogs,

6. If you were camels gone astray,
You would hasten to the water springs,

7. But you are sheep to be herded
While the rest are left to the wolves,

8. By the life of your father, my father of goodness!
In killing them I intended no right,

9. Nor any favor - the best of kings
Is he of greatest favor upon his subjects.