1. Tell the sons of Qais I am engulfed
By grief, I swear by the quarters of Ohod

2. The sons of Hilal sold me for nothing
And the clan of Ohod sold for what they sold

3. Oh sons of Hilal, why take my price
Before I swear steeds and coats of mail

4. Qatada's goodness has evaded me
He was once climbing to all that is good