1. Bid farewell to Ummama, for it is time for you to depart
Indeed, parting with a beloved is but brief

2. Those hearts became prey, they have been afflicted
And I see healing, yet there is no path to it

3. I apologize for seeking intimacy with you all
If only the one who could grant it would allow

4. If being guided to you pleases you, then it is good
Guiding you, O beautiful, graceful Ummama

5. The horsemen said you were ignorant of her love
Nay, who would blame your passion but an ignoramus

6. Like a palm tree of the sand dune with its branches spread
As the wind violently shakes its trunk and strips it bare

7. As for my heart, it does not forget the memory of you all
As long as the echo calls out in the meadows

8. Your ruins, O Ummama, still remain over time
Not like what has remained for them to endure

9. The south winds have woven patterns with the north
Playfully, like gazelles hopping to the tune of the rebab

10. Does your family live in tents while you have embarked
Between the leaves and the cooking pots are burdens

11. Never has one like you been underestimated for a glance
The day you rode away into distant lands alone

12. No familiarity after them should be estranged
A trace of two effaced pillars still remaining

13. It is as if the reed stalks were void of their sheaths
Then drooped, amongst them withering and decay

14. High shoulders that ornaments had once graced
But then neglect came, and they had no adornments

15. Like the lote tree, its interior was stripped bare
So its soft inner fibers and leaves did wither and spoil

16. You would be saved if when you saw the expanse of wilderness
Lengthening once and shortening another time

17. When the shadows overlap, greed manifests
On the ostrich's cheek, and in the gums excess persists

18. Each she-camel, sincere in pace, is as though
A heavily loaded ship with sails fully unfurled

19. How many from far off places have come to you
Over rugged, twisting paths with no clear direction

20. Remote from springs, their banners collapsed
Amongst lifeless hills, almost to crumble and fall

21. Allah adorned you with the caliphate and guidance
And Allah's decree is not subject to change

22. The caliphate is rightfully with the one whom you chose
For there is no diverting its rule to another

23. The eminent rise when a grave matter enrages them all
An affair so heavy it cuts deep in the hearts

24. The guardians of the caliphate and honor are its fit people
Thus kingdom is glory and giving is plentiful

25. And so upon you is due payment from a people who did not witness
That indeed, Muhammad is the Messenger of God

26. They followed misguidance, turning away from the right way
While the Taghlibi is blind of heart and lost

27. The Qur'an rules over the crucifix and Taghlib
And for every position is a fitting interpretation

28. Indeed the caliphate, prophethood, and guidance
Are, despite Taghlib's long life, abhorrent to them

29. You turned away from the path of prophethood, so yield
To the caliph's judgement, for the disgraced are disgraced

30. The Ukhaydir prevented your valor from equaling ours
More noble and grand is our origin handed down

31. Our line from Zayd Manat flourished with Mus'ab
When Zayd Manat rages, he is most fierce

32. Among us are horsemen, none will come close to them
And we have a dignified lineage, most tall

33. Whenever the Hudhayl have raided us
The Hudhayl fail, and in their raids stumble

34. The caliph has dragged the armies while you were
Between Suluw and the Euphrates as remnants

35. Indeed, the horses of Qays have quenched my thirst for you
Among them are the Hudhayl, Malik, and 'Uqayl

36. So if you are afflicted by the war of Qays, they will not cease
To eternally be guides against you in battle

37. What fine defenders they are when the swords are bared
Beneath their robes for the white blades is clanging

38. If all of them gathered the morning after Khushayn
Were cast at a single enclosure, it would nearly crumble

39. If not for the caliph, O Ukhaydir, none would have survived
The days of Dijlah, despicable plunderer

40. Qays exceeds Rabee'ah in number
And the mountains of Khindif after are just extra

41. The Ukhaydir lied, the women of Taghlib have no
Protector of cauldrons, nor do they have a tent-mate

42. The horsemen left behind women of Sulym
Camels for them weeping loudly in the meadow

43. While he counted each shadow a horseman
And mistook his ostrich shadow and was confused

44. The women of Taghlib danced the camel dance in the meadow
Prancing like doves, with no lower garments

45. Where are the virgins when their women are dragged
Fighter and brigand on the day of the meadow

46. The gown was torn, and the winds of the women of Taghlib
Lentils popping in the stomachs and fava beans

47. And if the head of an aged Ashhabi appears
Among the cooking pots, a soaked crumpet

48. She calls out for the protection of Muharib, but modesty prevents her
As if its belt has come undone

49. Their sons are the least respectable people
When drinking, completely mindless

50. The Ukhaydir acted foolishly shielding his old woman
Like the roundness of an oil jug, as if a handkerchief

51. She would have been burned in Jif by the Dijlah
Or been busy in the meadow fray

52. As if the eagles swooped down upon them
Making hajj to the lower part of Dhi Majaz

53. You destroyed your people when you provoked them
Then you recoiled while the enemy gained hegemony

54. You have been shamed, seeking compensation while disabled
One day in the city drinking, the next urinating

55. Say to the Ukhaydir, neither did your old woman birth
In labor, nor was your father of great ingenuity

56. Your hands fell short of valor, and many times
Your father was distanced from all that is noble

57. Delegations come constantly while Taghlib is exiled
Behind the scorching hot sands, and the old women too

58. He is called only to collect his provisions
And told you are most welcome to wander

59. So gather its remnants to its ruins
And leave, for you have no place among travelers' camps

60. All who are base would not purchase even
The stench of murky swamp water for a pittance

61. The share of the Ukhaydir from his touching Devil's Ivy
Is a shiny scalp with spreading baldness

62. Let the caliph's judgment upon you be carried out
For you have no place among the saddled camels' packs

63. Each despicable weakling who would not hire himself out
Has never gotten a whiff of the barn's odorous boy