1. I swear by the Lord of Mecca and the praying-place,
And the necks of the sacrifices, decked with ornaments,

2. Verily I have decked the tribe of Jalf with necklaces
In the raids everlasting.

3. Necklaces not of gold, but rather
Seasons from hell well baked.

4. How then, think you, will Atiyya fare when he meets
Bones whose skulls the heirs have cleft?

5. Skulls of the sons of Sufyan I made my quarry,
Tall mountain maidens with scratches bleeding.

6. You will see their necks, a prey
On the necks of your tribes exalted high.

7. Strive then with your hands, can you transport
Mountains from Tehama firmly based?

8. And discern you how the horsemen foretell to their enemies
When their bridles shake in the hard, bold onset.

9. Verily you will find, after me, ascent
To the snake-holes easier for thee, and smoothing of the paths.

10. Nor will you attain, after the sons of Kulaib,
Our hereditary conquests until the day of doom.

11. For Damem's people I found dwellings
Over against the dwellings of your people, overwhelming.

12. By a brow reproving when it lightens, by sons of Ma'dd,
By the Ka'ka' girding them round, by young camels grazing on the Furat's banks,

13. By the Mujir's rock when the hunters quaked beneath it and raised loud cries,
By him to whom souls quick to avenge cleave in trouble,

14. By him of Shawar and Abu Shuraih,
By columns among houses firm based and supporting households!