1. You will know, O Amr son of Afra, who is to blame
When the consequences of the matter become apparent

2. I warned the son of Afra not to dishonor his mother
Like the dishonoring of roast meat when torn apart by its eaters

3. Had you been a young hyena, I would have overlooked it
Had your snakes and scorpions crept up my legs

4. Had they cut off my right hand, I would have forgiven them
By Him who records hidden secrets through His scribes

5. But Diyafi, his father and mother
Are in Hawran, pressing slippery grape juice, his relatives

6. And when he saw the oil, its mountains cast him away
And Diyafi said, along with Damascus, are his tribes

7. If the oil becomes angry with you, it is not constrained
To the road of maidens led on by their riders

8. It makes the wealth of the wastrel flourish as though
It were pouring upon the wealth you earned

9. For I never coveted the woman of a man who slanders me
Nor did his relatives prohibit me from her

10. Like a gatherer of firewood on a dark night that brought him
To a desolate hill with the firewood he had gathered

11. When my canines met, my sword flashed white
And I thrust with the thrusts of one who destroys his opponents