1. My thoughts wonder, has the earth become too narrow for me,
Or is it exile from the homelands, an outcast?

2. Is it predestiny, or ill fate, or some sin,
That has brought this affliction upon Thamud?

3. Or am I content with the most meager livelihood,
My ambition simply sustenance and the barest essentials?

4. My words cut sharp as a sword, my sword keen,
My hand is free, my heart stalwart.

5. Many doors nobler than yours this day
Have armies and troops posted at them.

6. We have stormed them since dawn,
As you hide behind yours in fright.

7. So unveil your door this day, you are
Neither prince nor Khamis to lead.

8. The mighty do not settle in the disgraced land
Nor do the cultured weaken or bend.

9. So wander in the expanses of contention, for you are
Neither captive, nor am I bound.

10. Whoever flees disgrace, the comforts
And open spaces are his fate and future.