1. Let me be, O princess, from secrets
And from mischief against me and from the path

2. I marched to the tents moving slowly
And the moving of the slow is bracelets

3. Sometimes when I took off my mask
And misfortunes drew me into the open

4. The beautiful women circled around me
Circling around like the circling of the infatuated to the well

5. My tent remains or grows more magnificent
And the return of the slave among the small folk

6. We have favors from the Master and hands
That enter every house of peers

7. So I do not worry about the shaking of calamities
And the whiteness of glorious things for the ignorant

8. Al-Bahili has saved us from death
But he did not thank us for the generosity of neighborhood

9. He is arrogant towards us though we favored him
What is Al-Bahili in glory?

10. So strange is the intelligent slave
Does he oppress me while he has no bracelets?

11. I say to him that I have a favor over him
Like the favor of the falcon over the hyena

12. You mingled with the generous but you are not one of them
Go away O son of a braying she-ass

13. We were created as chiefs and you were created as a dog
Like the evil dog that follows the caravan

14. You forgot how we defended you from Zuheir
And Ja’da when he attacked with his power

15. One evening they marched to the encampment
So one of the great ones defended you

16. The next morning with his stallions he settled the score
And the spears flashed in the dust

17. And Mundelith who challenged us with effort
So I said to him: learn then challenge

18. If you deny the lineage of Bahlil
Then lift the side of his loincloth

19. Upon their chief’s column is a book
Of my Master Amer with a hot brand

20. This is when my affliction presented me
And I frightened the tribes with my ferocity

21. An age has passed so it handed me over generously
To an age that changes without excuse

22. Al-Bahili tried to be like me
But how did he try with borrowed glory?

23. He wanted with his villainy to taint my honor
And where is the sun from filth and shame?

24. I swear by the slaughtering places of gifts
And I swear by the abode and the heated stones

25. How good is the Lord, the Lord of Ibn Dukhan
When winter sheds upon the barrens

26. He is generous to them and melts for them
With swords and abundant provisions

27. O Bahlil, return submissively to your Master
And do not travel by the light of day

28. For every man there is a Lord to worship
And Bahlil the son of A’asur is in loss

29. Respond to your Lord and be fair to Him
For the slave is most worthy of humility

30. O Bahlil, your situation is not like mine
If you do not fall short while truth is disgraceful

31. O Bahlil, I did not bestow upon you so recoil
Nor is my Master with borrowed equipment