1. Shall I not inform you, O sons of Quraym
Bound in fetters, brought by the experienced one

2. Oh, would that Uhayhan son of Lu'ayy
Had writhed amidst them when they were stirred

3. So he kills or sees clear loss
If only you knew that, O Nasur

4. As if the people were from the arrows of Ibn Rumh
When the red sparks flash over them heatedly

5. We brought them in a single file, pulling tight
On their camel stallion, abundant is the flow

6. I strove for you over trembling and loose ground
When the heat flared on your faces