1. The slave of Qais saw a fluttering
In the hands of a charcoal burner twisting and then extinguishing it.

2. Look again, O slave of Qais, perhaps
The fire will illuminate for you the tethered donkey.

3. The donkey of the Kulaibiyyun was not present at a wager
Nor wrapped around the necks of racing horses.

4. Perhaps the fire-lighter will relight the fire, so search
With your eyes for the fire of the one kindling where he lit.

5. They did not strive on the day of battle, and their
Women did not number pillows from them.

6. Kulaibiyyah, God did not make her face
Noble, nor did the birds forbid for her an auspicious one.

7.
So how, when I have gouged out your eyes, do you still seek

8. Stubbornly the venom of an adder that became chilled?
The venom of a deaf viper suffices once from its saliva,

9. And it only returns to the stick more deadly.
You see what it touches on the ground when it glides

10. Breaks it with crevices split and fragmented.
If you blame the fire of Ibn al-Maghah, it

11. Is more scorching than fires kindled and ignited.
When they pierce it with a poker, it does not illuminate

12. A leader nor at the encampments a scout.
But the slaves ignite it, they kindle it

13. To prepare the cooking pot for the lined up platoon.
The hedgehogs of Darramoon behind their army

14. When their gift to them was made habitual.
When the mother of the Kulaibiyyn encamps around it