1. If they unsheathe every unsheathed sword
And charge at them in one of the valleys

2. With their horses when they are adorned
With their foreheads that straighten frowning brows

3. They have a donkey from the daughters of Kuda
That brays with fodder and provisions

4. So this is my insult to you, so be patient
With the faultfinders, and I did not transgress

5. When I make the noses of the vile bleed
I soil the cheeks to the chin

6. They sink with their sunken necks
And they flounder with ardour and verve

7. And Jarir was to his people
Like Bakr was to Thamud who possessed intensity

8. He bubbled with their demise
And they became ashes with embers

9. And they are adorned with the vices’ collars
With the collars of their abundant vices

10. To a sitting place like the sitting place of Kila
b, Its sides being harmless

11. It hides every Kulaib when they gather
And it fails the sitting place of the seated