1. You did not prevent your daughters from the sons of Kalb and the truthful protector on the day of Hudhayl
The next morning the horses of Hudhayl came after you

2. And the places of descent were closed to you
They cried to you while the spears were like

3. The tyrants of the people, the violent snatchers
She called, O Leyrabou, and the chests of the heights and the severing men prevented her

4. So what catching up do you expect when
The yielding women have come upon the expectations of the fat

5. And they are followers looking back at you
For their litters behind the men, the makers of clatter

6. With a cry, when a howdah sways with them, the torrents of longing are seen from it
You see in the houses of the Kulaybiyyat amidst their homes

7. The faces of maidens not veiled by the litters