1. If you take pride in us, then many a tribe
We have raised their glory after abasement

2. They drew near to us or if they had in them
Stout warriors wielding ropes in combat

3. And of mankind there is none can match
Zurara or attain the sons of Iqal

4. So which of you, O sons of Kaab will when
We extend the rope show patience in strife

5. A crook-nosed bargainer, more worthless than whey
Or camels bleating with trailing litters

6. Did you not see me strip the sons of Qushayr
Like stripping a peeled wand of withies

7. Naught is more lost than Qushayr nor sheep
That graze on a phantom or mere semblance

8. You see them gathered round some orphan's spoils
And widow who is dying of emaciation

9. The wicked woman, after poverty, attains
Sustenance, from a child and wealth