1. Verily with Dahma I take pride though I find no comfort,
Her love has come back to me after it had departed.

2. Her love has returned though it had withdrawn before,
So turn her purpose away, for I am flexible.

3. By God, if she were to speak to an old white-haired man,
Whose home is Rome, Tanukh, Al-'Atram, or Zabad.

4. He would propose marriage upon seeing her,
Though he had never thought of it before.

5. Tell the elders I sent an invigorating message,
In it are new, glistening tablets.

6. We made a tryst to meet in the valley's depths,
Destroyed by confused thoughts and distant between us.

7. Their threats will be negated by my valiance,
My white sword, and my sturdy shield I wield.

8. My sharpened blade rendered pure,
White iron, heavy in my steady grip.

9. Would that swords of battle turn away from him
And I come back with empty hands finding naught.

10. It is a cutting sword whose blows fall randomly,
Striking the polished handle, so it's hilt is split.

11. A straight Samhara sword of the yellowness of a lion,
Its number of notches as many as a locust's chirp.

12. As if its ringing, when wrapped,
Defeats rebels in the wake of their loss.

13. This is my hardware I shall never fail to defend,
I fear they will make true what they promised.

14. I am no slave to make and keep appointments,
Nor accept injustices brought by anyone.

15. The elders came so I may dishonor them,
The people are prey, as though blind.

16. In the home I furnished with woven decoration,
The home of Malik, whose birth was ignoble.

17. A Ewe to butt which if aroused,
Its curved horn pains, for it is rigid.