1. You are the sons of Ziyad among your people
A sin, while we are branches of a good root

2. We fight on Thursday to Thursday while you
By force between a fortress and hunting dogs

3. Do not think, O sons of Kuhaylah, our war
Is like driving donkeys in the star constellations

4. Deviating from kindness was the quest of their father
Seeking marriage payments in silver and dogs

5. Until after encompassing gray hair
He supposed an omen from a deceitful fortuneteller

6. When they saw me approaching in the battalion
Among the troops like the light of a star

7. The Ataff peek around their homes at me
Our enmity is not like the flickering of fireflies

8. And they were certain from us with a true occurrence
They fled, and it was not yet the hour of flight

9. They left the herds to us and every white
Frightened ewe and another experienced one

10. The women of the sons of Ziyad complained
Like the cries of our women the morning after prey