1. O sons of Darim, O Ibn Al-Maragha my family
When counted one day their honor and assemblage

2. The generous deeds that Kulaib's could not attain
When the short comes under the tall's shade

3. And the house of Hi-faz we invaded and looted
We struck it with horses bloodying their necks

4. We were patient for it until its gloom uncovered
And its captives and elders returned to us