1. The caravan hastened at dawn with ease,
And thousands no longer kept you company.

2. My heart was obsessed with madness over you,
And I saw no one like you among those who wandered.

3. You appeared one day, date palms in Musabkar,
The breeze softly rustling through its branches,

4. Enveloped in darkness, a tender sprig,
Whose torment I cannot lessen or appease.

5. Like the gurgling of a ripe pomegranate
And the cooing of a dove to its mate.

6. When she draws near the breast, the weakling
Submits the bucket to her readily.

7. Umm 'Abda did well when they met.
The camels roared and thousands milled about.

8. He brings Habtar in violent anger.
He has a gazelle when the plucking is done.

9. He left behind him a foundling crying out,
Whimpering to him from the shelter of the overhang.

10. As though the skulls of heroes when
We met at dawn were ominous and unlucky.

11. Each tribe's protector defended their father,
And the swords became like piercing pickaxes.

12. You see the right side of the brigade, whoever faces it,
Stumbling over their shoulders, the bumpy ground.

13. We have a gray she-camel who wards off those facing us,
Bloodstained, whose color is autumnal.

14. And a Doe, who instructed her sons,
"The belts and saddles have lied."

15. She equipped them as she could and said,
"My sons, each of you is a polished sword."

16. But we betrayed her affection, so she stayed awake
And the overflow of her eyes was ceaseless circling.

17. Whenever she saw lament, she came to him,
Moaning, while her palms slapped her thighs.

18. To mourn Abu Rawaha, a band of horses
And people the guest had honored.

19. Both sides cry to dismount and stand still,
As settling down and halting has become virtuous.

20. The right-hand helpers were the Banu Numayr,
Walking before them was the Caliph.

21. No cowardice to make us shrink if we meet,
Nor does the rout of armies touch us.

22. We left the valley, not heeding it,
And descended as our confidante knew.

23. We drive the girdled women ahead of us,
Mingled with the dripping sweat.

24. When the tribe's ropes are slackened, they are pulled tight,
And no towering woman can withstand them.

25. They left the bellies of maidens by night,
The coolness of shelter caressing them.

26. So he who has battlefields remains with each
Skirmish, and his Lord saved him from defeat.

27. Of those whose teats are poison, milk mingled
With curdled milk and licorice root.

28. It sucks and is perfumed with aromatics,
As blood gushes forth from the wound.

29. When we routed the people, delegations came
From our league, presenting gifts.

30. And a chief fallen, his ribs alongside his flank,
Hollow-legged, his logic forgotten and abandoned.

31. Delirious, as though his forehead were a crescent
In the darkness of a neighbor and protector.