1. The camels set out seeking water towards you,
And my she-camel with worn out shoes headed towards you,

2. Since I had no mount, O Yazid,
I made it my mount for the journey.

3. It walks ahead of the caravan and grazes freely,
Leaving behind the swift ones during travel.

4. Every swollen belly of mountain valley echoes,
Breaking the silence of every sandy dune.

5. It alternates between the greatest pastures in its abode,
With lineage, leadership, and glorious dwelling.

6. I mean Yazid, sword of the family of Muhammad,
Who frightens every mighty warrior.

7. His day is one of blessings and generosity,
And a day of blood and sudden death from him.

8. And indeed I have come to you confident in you, knowing
That no female praiser's praise will be heard by you.