1. Our abode was in Zorah, where the winds blew
And the breeze of morning flowed upon it

2. O rider of the carriage, you avoided calamity
If you come to Karkh, wander in the winds

3. And call upon a heart that strayed in its plains
It was by Al-Ghadah, the place of rest

4. And inform the people of the tribe about me saying
I left him in Basra, the radiant

5. The hand of separation darkened him, as he
Cries for you with a tear of red

6. He has become frail, unable to move
From what has befallen him of affliction

7. O masters, time has been harsh to them
After me, due to my distance from the land of Zorah

8. You will remember me by the interlocked branches
Like the moon remembered on a dark night

9. I am the rock of the valley when turmoil comes
I am the master of the clan, hero of enemies

10. Why have I become like Abu Firas
With no battlefield or fervor

11. Time has betrayed me until I
Cry for your homes like Al-Khansa crying

12. Between Mintefik and Mount Thawiyah
Like a wounded lion on heated sands

13. Family of Suwaidi, who are the most high
Surpassing people in valor and generosity

14. If you are pleased with this, then inform me
For your pleasure, I live happily