1. O home of Asma, in the heights of Edam
Among the palms, so firmly anchored

2. You were once a home for us, but time
Changed you, as the winds blew the dust around

3. Is it right to ask about the names of those departed
And exchange greetings and gifts with their descendants?

4. They are not burdens to be borne if one turns away
Nor misers, nor black spiders

5. I saw the daughter of Sa'd when she saw
My grey hair, how little remained on my worn frame

6. She said when she saw my head wrapped up,
"Grey, ugly, bleak", after the young beauty, so radiant

7. To the young, while their joy lasts,
Are hearts' love, like white sand grouse

8. When a sun sets or rises,
And in its blessings are life's misfortunes

9. The neighbor, the stranger, may find joy with us,
And the beggars, as we cook the pot of the Prophet

10. With us is a fair, gentle maid,
Like a gazelle, of the lovely houri

11. She passes the tooth stick over a tender mouth
Not dirtied by what's under the wraps

12. Leave this and say to Sa'd's clan, praising them,
Words a raider takes to the nomads

13. We drove Rabi'a towards Damascus against their will
Driving the virgins by force and rebuke

14. If they wanted to camp, a whip hastened their journey
No rest, relentless beating

15. The living Qahtan, their feet still
Have events with us, of killing and torture

16. When our army met theirs
On the day of torture, in days of pillage

17. When they saw it was fire, stoked
By Sa'd's clan, the white-faced warriors

18. Abu Karib fled from us with his tribe
And followers, on trails of dromedaries