1. It pains me that he will soon depart from us
In haste, my brother and your brother.

2. He was the aid of knights like Antarah,
Protecting the vulnerable and unruly alike.

3. A hero of the Bani Abs tribe, their men
Remain undaunted when called to arms.

4. Seek him at the wells, free though enslaved,
A prized possession there to greet the dew.

5. Let us call out as he called out and drink his cup
Brimming, and follow in his steps.

6. None finer than your father, though he is gone,
Lost to the vanishing years, our sire.

7. Tell him you are his heir, though if not,
We would not hail you first among us.