1. The band of the tribe came to my aid, between me and you,
Like slender spears protruding from polished sheaths.

2. Your dreams are those of one who has nothing,
Even if you had power over the people.

3. O Buniyya, they would have had my head,
If they had not kept it hanging.

4. Will the fair-faced youths, when they meet
Your tribe one day, convey to them one who is strangled?

5. When their feet slip in battle,
They stand firmly one day, even if the ground be slippery.

6. May God reward, between us and the elder of hearing,
The reward of the evildoer, wherever he has set and risen!

7. May God reward Taim, of a brother who used to be pious,
And observe the taboos of Taim - both open and hidden.

8. The brother who aggresses against us -
Had his foot slipped, we would have held to him.

9. We came to them, when we found none but their houses,
And we were sheets from death, scattered and torn.

10. We resorted to our spears when the Banu Ruhem
Depended on us with evil, stuck fast.