1. The son of Buthra has said to me,
"Are you wise, O son of Tha'labah's dawn?"

2. To a slave son of a whore and a scoundrel,
Of unknown origin and diverse haunts.

3. Indeed the sons of 'Abdan have traveled far and wide
Yet they did not thank my mother or my drinking cups.

4. Before you finish composing verses,
Seek help from grammarians along with the winds.

5. You have not insulted me for many years,
Nor with honey that claps with wind.

6. But only the water of 'Alqamah and Sal'
Churned from the coagulated blood of slaughter.

7. In satire, your mother is more deserving than us
For what she bore of excessive immorality.

8. Are we not the defenders when we are alarmed
And regiments charge before dawn?

9. We exhaust the living fire
While the generosity of horses stumbles into spears.

10. Are we not the pursuers of those who came to us
When the fertile valleys were violated?

11. Are we not the relief for every affliction
When water is scarce in the pond?

12. Are we not the most honorable when tracing ancestry
And the purest that strikes with Indian swords?