1. If you, O son of a dog, are torn apart by hyenas
And you were not in an alliance, then what will you do?

2. Why do you not ask the people about us and about you
When deeds are magnified at critical times?

3. Come let the people know which of us
Was subordinate to his companion in the early days

4. And which tribe is it whose houses contain
The bones of endeavor, amusement, and fleeting joys

5. And where do the chiefs settle their affairs
With truth? And where are the shining swords?

6. And where are the radiant faces in the evening
At the door with long helpful hands?

7. Keep away from the plain, for its ancient parts
Are ours, and the lofty precipitous mountains.

8. We have taken control of the horizons against you -
The moon and stars belong to us.

9. We have a warhorse that with the thunder of its galloping
Humbles all other horses beneath it.

10. It lusted for his brains when I plucked them out
As a falcon plucks a partridge with its talons.

11. Can you match accounts, O base and precise calculators,
With our accounts? To God I shall return.

12. Whenever the tyrant scowled,
We struck him until the pretender was upright.

13. And we made the judgment of Ibn Tayyibah
Come from the spear when the hafts flash.

14. And every weaned child ends with his weaning,
And every little whelp, though he grow up, still sucks.

15. Jarbo increased them in number, joining their number,
As patches are added to the width of a garment.

16. When it is said, "Which people are the worst tribe?"
Kulayb points with his fingers.