1. From the ruins of an abandoned campsite
Whose plight the winds from autumn and summer grieved

2. And a place for camels to kneel and stable horses
Who roamed the lands in constant roving

3. And a place for firewood and coiled ropes
Swaying when the winds blew, needing a binder

4. You cried today, an experienced old man
His head showing the colors of diverse grays

5. Blackness and whiteness both encompassing
When an old man pours, he has no mender

6. Alive, from the living, a bent, twisted fresh branch
Sagging, fearing not the unseen terrors

7. We named them, from our land and sky
Estranging them beyond in animosity

8. At each known place and Khuzama’s scion
Misfortunes before me they did not gently tether

9. Those are my people, Sa’d bin Malik’s clan
Turning against me in enmity and spite

10. They harbored anger that surfaced
And hearts that held no mercy for me

11. All people today closer to them
Than me, even those from far Oman