1. Or the she-camel bends her neck in distress
Towards Layla's son when the journey makes you quake

2. So I brought her near the good folk as a dwelling
And purity - all that the izars were perfumed with

3. I brought her close, swearing oaths on the old camels’ gums
As a delight from the possessions of Dá‘ir’s two sons

4. The likes of bounties drive us to move them
To Layla’s son - exile and virgin land for us

5. Especially the reddish white she-camels that know not
Whether I complain to them when the last of them lag

6. When the cold turns away from them, it descends upon them
Where the dusty gloom meets the lofty plains

7. Where the exile of acid (separation) died and mixed
With the clear (tears) around the echo of Hasan and the hollows

8. When the traveling party hopes for glad tidings, I remind them
Of rain that will have pearls in its hands for them

9. And how can you hope for slumber when your people
Are where the cow licks her calves?

10. Cast on the furthest surface, facing them,
A rugged cliff and a smooth, dust-colored plain

11. And the nearest rural area from them is the pulling
Of the people for seven nights, their rural area deserted

12. Travel! For Layla’s son is ahead of you
And race him! For good manners are to be raced to

13. And race towards Layla’s son’s death! For he has
Two palms wherein is no stinginess or limit

14. Did not Marwan and the Farouq raise
Their palms while the stick (in them) squeezes out sweat?

15. No stick having two veins like theirs has shaken
When the trees sway in their wooded abodes

16. Do you not see your people left no shade for their families
And the bark of the trunks from them is peeled?