1. Aasma, you did not ask about your father
While there was turmoil amongst the people

2. Indeed an Arab, though he wronged me
Loved a lover and drew near a relative

3. I will make myself a shield for him
With my clashing weaponry, unsheathed and ready

4. And he destroyed your father’s wedding gift
He has no share in food

5. Except whenever they come to water
He fouls every water-skin with sins

6. So his eye awakens bleary
From the sleeplessness of his love and his vigils

7. So I prepared a quick medicine for the beautiful one
No doctor had touched its bandages

8. My brother and your brother in the abdomen of the she-camel
There is no intestines in him like an Arab

9. So he swore by God, he will not be twisted
And I swore he will be twisted and will not recover

10. So he approached me with intent
But when he drew near, his lies proved him false

11. He turned his palm, retreating
Can violence and disgrace save you?

12. So I pursued him with a copious stab
From which flows a stream of blood

13. If I killed him, I will not blame him
And if he survives it, it's a wound that heals

14. And if after it he meets me, he will meet me
Upon him a garment of abasement and coarse haircloth