1. Time's vicissitudes have confused me, and betrayal has taken root,
And who is there amongst people whom time treats purely?

2. And how many misfortunes have befallen me, one after another,
I overcame them, and harm never touched me,

3. Were it not for my teeth and sword and my determination,
The Abs would not have been mentioned nor gained pride,

4. I built them a lofty abode of glory,
To which the locust, hoopoe and pard bow down,

5. And now today I depart from them while our matter
Is to Him to whom belongs, in His creation, prohibition and command

6. My people will remember me when horses charge,
And on a dark night the full moon is missed,

7. They fault my colour as black out of ignorance,
And were it not for night's darkness, dawn would not rise,

8. And if my colour be dark, my qualities are white,
And from my palms descends the falling rain,

9. I have erased the memory of those who passed away,
And I blocked up the pass, no Zayd and no Amr are talked about.