1. The image of the past awakened your longing,
Between the homes of intimacy and sleep.

2. Prison has come between me and you, until I forgot it
And it made me heedless of every intimate friend.

3. Yet I remember it every night,
Like one afflicted who is used to an ongoing illness,

4. When it is said that it has weakened for him his life,
The wasted cheeks revisit him.

5. Whenever the wind comes to me from the direction of her land,
I say, in the distance of the family, an invalid.

6. If you deny what you used to know,
Time for us is not in a reprehensible state.

7. It has a day of misfortune where its luck does not miss,
And a day where its sun meets bliss.

8. You knew the riders complained
Of the barren places of the land in every wilderness and dune,

9. They fight to protect it from the birds without their appearance
With mouths without fat or saliva.

10. Distance from every desire has harmed them
And the needs of an impoverished man full of worries,

11. How much baggage did it throw in every desolate place
Of the land - noisy and speedy!

12. Like the tracks of a shipwrecked man in the darkness of a boat
With traces of footsteps full of misery.

13. When Qais and Khindif meet
And their friendship fails when every friendship fails.

14. No one travels their road
Of the people except us who live there.

15. How can people walk when Qais is behind them
And Tameem has blocked what is in front of them?

16. Whoever meets them will meet Khuzaima,
For them a mother of warriors, not barren.

17. They are the two finest who meet most
To noble origin with the ancient sky.

18. Whoever sees our two cliffs when they meet
Would see two towering mountains.

19. Khindif refused anything but the heights, and her Qais,
When the tribes fell, not stars.

20. We surpassed people in every scene,
For us lofty mountains, for them split bones.

21. If these people make an oath between them against us,
For them in war all the darkness.

22. For we and them are like a slave and his lord,
When he flees Him, He returns him with ropes.

23. The one who calls for war knows I am,
With the bones of war, not ill-omened.

24. When the red Mudar one day showed affection for me
And it tightened the bridle on my determination,

25. They refused that I treat the people with anything but darkness,
And I was the son of the oppressive enemy, the tyrant.