1. O Abaa Duleijah, protector of the solitary bearded one,
In Shawaal against an open plain of enemies.

2. And when I mention Abaa Duleijah, my eyes pour down
Tears, drenching my garment.

3. Attired on she-camels, their tents like castles,
With saddles and traveling gear.

4. And milch-camels among the clan, well-fed,
I drove and herded them with my staff.

5. Still fresh and lush greenery flows to you
In an outpouring torrent, long and flooding.

6. Excellent indeed is the supply for the living, awaiting it,
And excellent the stuffing of the coats and robes.

7. And excellent the shelter for the guest when he calls,
And the horses charging out from the stables.

8. And indeed I have spent nights, like all other nights,
When my beard mingled with hers, contrary to custom.