1. When a she-camel is saddled with a howdah and saddle-cloth
To a judge, after me, his misguidance overwhelms her

2. As though, when you come to him like a Khaybarian she-camel
Her habitual pasture and tranquility return to her

3. It's as if I sweetened poetry when I praised him
A barren, deaf rock whose camels' resting-place is desolate

4. Why don't you accept good from us, brandishing
Swords over you, their shadows cast

5. You intended good, but fell short of it
Like a mare held back, her bridle pulled

6. You denied a little profit and deprived me
Of a little - so grant it in a pledge that cannot be undone

7. You met me on the day of Nujayr with words
With which Sa'd takes comfort, and his camels their grazing