1. A friend to whom I gave no gifts
Yet gifts are for the noble ones

2. A friend who never betrayed me, nor I him
That's how we are, without regrets or blame

3. I held him dear, a noble of Quraysh
So he rejoiced, shunning the vile ones

4. When with him I approached a tribe
His voice joined the wailers' in grief

5. With a swift horse that met his hands
And a sword that cut deep in the bones

6. And the generous gift of a noble mare
Her saddle adorned with arrows and spears

7. And the posture of one sitting tall in the saddle
His brow, his waist, all under his belt

8. I sent him forth, guarded by a frown
On his shoulders, hating the vile ones

9. There you'd have seen many a foe
And the onslaught of hosts, not weaklings

10. Truly you protected the fragrant abode
Until it was ruled by the long-necked ostrich

11. Amr leads the mares of Luza
To the sacred enclave, to Baram

12. So dawn's first light, pardon and forgive
And bestow your melodies and delight