1. The reckless slave has torn his veil asunder,
And with burning arrows set his people's homes ablaze,

2. Until their faces glow like the visages of swine,
Roasting in the flames, twisted and contorted.

3. The mother of treachery bore no noble scion,
Just a twisted crone, rotten and warped of soul.

4. We found the necklace of disgrace round the neck of Tai,
Clasped right where its people lay down to rest.

5. Their homes could not deter us or ward off the blows
When Tameem's swords flashed bright, thirsty to strike.

6. We are the pure-bred youth of glorious Tameem,
Sons of the noblest fathers men have known.

7. But for fear that Tai might be wiped from the earth,
They'd never bow before God, or stop to pray!

8. Christians and Nabateans who yearly paid the tax,
Swift to deliver their gold when tribute was due.

9. We plied them with cups of venom till they swooned and staggered,
And met with our sturdy blades that never tire of wounding.

10. The women of Tai loudly trumpet their sins,
And their twisted souls harbor the vilest deeds.

11. With foreheads like she-camels, their brows protruding,
When their braids are disheveled and their snarls erupt.

12. Do you recall what fate befell the Azd at our hands?
How Oman bowed before us, humbled and disgraced?

13.
We slew them until we rid the land of their routed remnants,

14. Made free their captured women, all lawful as spoils.
You forget the day at Qindabil, that fateful day,