1. O Mal, the veiled master's reasoning
is flawed, though proud he seems.

2. On matters of opinion you've opposed
each vain pretender it seems.

3. No mortal rises above the Way;
truth will be recognized in the end.

4. Bohayra is a slave, not of your kind;
by him let the argument rest, my friend.

5. I've been loyal, admitting what's true,
but don't relent or pretend.

6. You keep your views; I'll keep mine,
each satisfied, though they contend.

7. We're steadfast where constancy is praised;
we're pious worshippers without end;

8. defenders of family honor-behind them
no enemy passes through a chink or a rend.

9. Our brave tribe fears no lions in their den,
like cubs at rest in a sheltered bend.

10. When we walk past the Persian lines
like camels marching in a stately trend,

11. we stride towards death on watchful guard,
halting halfway in case foes descend.

12. Samira's clan refused to acknowledge
anyone mightier, whomever they offend.

13. Nor would our horses march out pregnant,
skulls of foemen bouncing underneath.

14. You'll never taste humiliation and bitterness;
seek battle elsewhere if you intend.

15. When I claim descent from generous, noble forebears,
our people's excellence is without end.

16. Pure white pillars, their eyes kohl-lined
in ferocious scenes of battle they upend.