1. The throngs of Jarbu increase against you, and Malik has supremacy
Over the family of Jarbu, yet you have no stage left.

2. If people were to divide up actions, you would find us
Having a chalice of glorious deeds, and the people a chalice.

3. So disdain the two abject ones with your sword blades and draw
Your drink with pride, that drink you used to gulp down.

4. And rebutting you were unveiled women, your wives,
With us on a white day, long-necked bustards gashed.

5. And every long-armed one was as though
He were a noisy bell, clanging at people a meaningless clang.

6. So killing and stabbing them with spears brought them down,
And white swords in the hands of Mughirah bled them.

7. And we attacked the black-faced ones as though they were
Crows, or uglier than they in their shirts.

8. When they asked them for an embrace, they refused them
And ransomed the lives of Malik's horsemen when they woke up,

9. While Jarir and Qays were like a dog and a company of them
That spends the night prowling around it, circling and barking,

10. And it is nothing to it but that its barking
Keeps it awake in their milk when dawn breaks,

11. And one of us embraced the cowardly poltroons and repelled him
Back to the tribe, someone far removed from the origin, a spineless wretch.