1. The tribe of Hablaaq were driven away one fateful morning
While Muzainah and the sons of Khufaf were adorned

2. We struck them in Mecca on the day of the Opening
With the excellent Prophet and the white swords

3. We took them by surprise at dawn with a thousand of Sulaym
And a thousand of the sons of Uthman who had arrived

4. Their shoulders were cut by striking, stabbing,
And shooting with elegant arrows

5. We shot them with young and old alike
Each one subduing the obstinate fugitive

6. You could see between the ranks their skulls broken
As though they were bottles cast down by a wine-pourer

7. You could see the polished swords flashing among them
With straightened spears of high quality

8. And we went away as victors with what we wanted
While they went away regretting their opposition

9. And they had heard our speech so they understood
The morning after being startled by our withdrawal

10. And we gave the Messenger of God from us
Pledges of good fellowship

11. So we split the belly of Mecca and held fast
By the piety of God and the white swords

12. And our pillars settled in the dwellings of Najd
From Aleeya to Al-Qudus to Sharaf

13. They wanted al-Lat and al-Uzza as gods
God alone suffices, without the need for al-Lat

14. Have you seen from the light of the dawning the abode’s creation
As lightning never leaves the belly of the clouds then flashes

15. I stood in it a little while, so I would ask about it
My tears poured down my cheeks, crushed

16. It almost made clear some of our needs
If the abode of the living had spoken

17. The winds continued to bring every heavy cloudburst
Rain when its folds dripped

18. So it brought forth greensward, basil, its rain
Yahuqan with muknán and dhuraq

19. So every singing oryx among the dunes with it
Never ceased, binding the placket

20. They came near the abode of the beautiful one when she departed
The interior of the two months, Rajab and Umqa, received her

21. Nuwar arrived at a land only reached
By the silence of distance, tireless walking

22. Khattara, after the absence of effort, complaining
Does not complain to Fate about her shoes' thinness

23. You see the throat like the blade of a sword when she sang
Or the flute that the neck hollowed

24. She shakes off sluggishness like the Sabbath has belted it
A Yamanite leatherworker when she swayed

25. She escapes the cry of the wild cats of the air that alarmed her
With him of sharp claws she sensed a knocking

26. A brave lion overthrowing the muddy wild cat with claws dyed
Free whom you see blueness in his eyes

27. He spent a night of abundant adversity
And he spent it shaking off the vines and twines

28. Until when the darkness of his night receded
And the whiteness of dawn relieved him, cleaving open

29. He went in the morning to a pot he coveted, and surprised her
He pounced while on the verge of catching his prey

30. There is nothing better than her, and she is good-souled
With what will save her, even if it meets her

31. It scared her away from the court of death, so she took refuge
In the soft belly of water that was not murky

32. Oh, if only I knew, and if only the birds would tell me
If my passion meets all who feel passion

33. Whenever I hear mention of love, it reminds me
Of Hind, for she has clung to my entrails, what clinging!

34. How many enemies below her have I contended with
Whose cheeks show their rancor

35. A despicable, quarrelsome one, if I had set
My face against him, he would have said you were wronging, foolish

36. Like the dog who never tires of barking even if
You meet the dog with a growling lion

37. And a weary one called me, so I answered him
I relieved his hatred after it overflowed