1. Aqiys, the son of Mas'ud, the son of Qays, the son of Khalid,
While you are a man who hopes for the prime of his youth to endure,

2. In one year, two raids and a migration!
Oh, would that Qays had drowned at the hands of the executioners,

3. And would that the sea had stood between you, all of it,
And you were flotsam, borne on its currents,

4. As if you had never witnessed the sacrificial offerings of Jammal,
Wild beasts savaging them, and noble camels,

5. You left them lying dead at every watering place,
And went to seek reconciliation while your mother mourned.

6. As if your tents had not removed from Mount Marar,
On news that the cavalry of Al-Shafi was pursuing you,

7. We scorn that your cooking-pots should go cold
When the cooking-stands are bent over them.

8. Indeed there were in Shi'bān, had you been content,
Tent soaring aloft with fine garments and clear wineskins within,

9. And smooth-cheeked gazelles to dazzle the eyes, haughty,
And, around their flanks, does who have shed their coats.

10. You abandoned them in ignorance though you were their chieftain,
So let no report of what you do reach me.

11. You stripped yourself of wealth and possessions you had gathered
As you were stripped of what delights the amorous.

12. It was balm to the soul to kill those whose cheeks
Were not pillowed, whose ankles were not bitten by sandals.

13. On that day of sorrow, when at dawn they surprised them,
Squadrons of death they could not escape.