1. Oh who will convey to the lion clan a messenger
When the early dew witnessed, how long has he been absent

2. And a kindness from them, four kindnesses
The eyes of Khuzaymah, and their hearts are completely melted

3. The horsemen of dawn when the stirrups shuddered
In sudden fright, and the straps and harnesses

4. And the breath passages constricted until
Your swords relieved them of hardship

5. And O hands of life when the year was barren
And the face of earth covered in grey ashes

6. Massacres that tear open the eyelids
And the fires of villages, sparks blazing

7. When guests froze you hosted them
For them are pieces and wrists melting away

8. And O full moons of ‘Adnan and faces
Pallor lights up their glow

9. Listen to me for I have with you
A wondrous conversation on the day I composеd it strangely

10. When I was fair, truth in it was upon you
Clear to me and obligatory

11. And if you turned away satisfied with it
Then glory feels disgusted, wrathful

12. A conversation, if recited to Zuhayr
Tomorrow he would repent from praising the ruined

13. With what wisdom and justice I was hit
From satire and am not hit

14. And how your honors are purified by my praise
And succeed while wishes in you are disappointed

15. You restore the stolen goods in every land
Yet stolen goods are found in your homes

16. You protect the lands but in your packs
The forbidden sanctuary of poetry is violated, plundered

17. And with you for every outcast tribe
There is protective refuge and a spacious sanctuary

18. And damsels and help from my rhyming pairs
Wretched women whose life with you is destitute

19. Loved ones, if I demand their dowries, either
I ask for their dowries but there is no lover

20. When I do good in words, I do evil in deeds
As if my benevolence were sins

21. I drag out hope for years on end
Its lightning flashes ever disappointing

22. Oh people! I am stripped of the virtues of every living being
And my youth is stripped from me

23. I extend to him the finest praise
Yet he treats me roughly while his comforts are vile

24. And I dress him in the clothes of eulogy proudly
Yet he withholds, answering me neither nicely nor harshly

25. And I make myself easy with him initially
Yet he prevents while he is miserable and confused

26. We have not known a Muzayidi lad
Whom generosity calls but does not answer

27. Had I called upon ‘Ali from a high dune
That pouring rain would have flooded

28. And bestowed upon his old ways
The blowing wind made it blow hard

29. Had Hammad praised me, his echo would have
Honored that feeble body

30. Your origins and most rightful ones, when you witnessed
The position of their highness - do not disappear

31. So what is wrong with you, my youth, your deficiency is a blemish
That dries while in you the milky udder

32. And why was a girl hidden with you
Who nearly aged into white hair in her childhood

33. Permitted for marriage without dowry
While this with you is a sin and disgrace

34. The cheap permissible thing seems good
While cheap praise does not taste good

35. So where is the shame on your face the day she is challenged
With a description of you, the she camels are yearning

36. And where is the shame on your face in the deserts
When the love poet sings of her the thrushes

37. And how can you say this describes my glory
When I cannot benefit from it or be rewarded

38. And how she resisted people other than you
So that no admiring man approached her

39. And the kings of mankind courted me over her
Each of them a suitor wooing her

40. Yet no face was unveiled permitted for her
No back known for her to mount

41. So do not be fooled by the touch of smooth
That is gentle, while under its calm are embers

42. I fear he will hasten to overstep with her so you become
That which you praise her with, you disapprove

43. And wandering women will complain of you
Seeking to return but you do not repent