1. Do I console you, oh Tayy, or are you left to your own pain?
She was fatal to men, likewise.

2. You fell short in mentioning idleness and childhood,
And that was ignorance, straying from your straying.

3. It was just at the time when you met her,
And the new rope cut her rope from your ropes.

4. She got up to show me, after my companionship had slept,
The whiteness of her molars and the blackness of your state.

5. And a desolate wasteland where the eye goes into its middle
And finds ostrich eggs wandering in your midst.

6. The strong man of the people said to his companion when he feared destruction from it:
Woe to you, cast a glance around us with the eye, cautiously,

7. And keep what is in your waterskin.
And a frightening rugged path I crossed with swiftness,

8. When the solid ground despaired of reaching the roads.
When the night, its stars were wagering

9. In the atmosphere of the sky, your stakes.
With the blood of wild onagers I made its hump flow,

10. By traveling over it after it had been complete.
It has two thighs that inevitably goad,

11. And a firmness like the compactness of al-Safa interlocked.
And a chest you see angularity in its shoulders,

12. Noble like the house of the apothecary lasting.
And a delicate, firm, masculine head,

13. And a body like the necks of lionesses, perplexing.
To the tumultuous Giver I sent my eulogy,

14. Hoping for an excellent gift from your gifts.
My she-camel kept aside from all of al-Yamamah,

15. And did not head for its people seeking your seeking.
She touched some tribes, so she avoided their cisterns,

16. Stingy, while the drinking from it was with your water.
So when she came to the sheltering sands and its people,

17. She knelt down and cast off her saddle in your courtyard.
And no one’s effort in the people reached your effort, O unique one,

18. Nor is there a container for dew like your container.
I heard of generosity, bounty, and gentleness,

19. So I let down my bucket, and it drew with your rope.
A man who could bear burdens, if others than him

20. From the people had to carry them, would not remain coherent.
And you are the one who taught me to feather myself,

21. And you are the one who sheltered me in your shade.
So indeed, you have a share in me of

22. Good, and I am inclined towards your praise.
You found Ali a builder so you inherited him,

23. As well as Talha and Shayban the generous and your property.
Radiant seas that sustain the people in every serious situation -

24. Your father and uncles, they are those.
And that is only because your two palms are with bounty

25. That give with generosity before being asked.
They say, in parity, his biggest concern

26. Is - how many of them live off your property!
You found the collapse of a ridge so you rebuilt it

27. Thus you blessed when you joined it to your structure.
And you nurtured orphans and embraced a girl child

28. And undertook the effort of striving before your fatigue.
And no glorious one’s striving in the prominent equaled your striving

29. Nor one of resolve in the living like your neighbors.
And every year you launch a raid,

30. Girding your will for its farthest point.
Bestowing wealth, and in praise, prestige,

31. For what was lost in it of your wombs' offspring.
The birds inform them of you with a cry,

32. And an eye that settled its sleep with seeing you.