1. What time does not make me forget still leaves us with yearning
A day when beauty and charm were regained

2. In my heart there remained a passion that climbed heights
Until it reached the pupil of my eye and overflowed

3. Where are the first ones who made Nu'man a meadow
Or where are the sons of Shayban, the heroic knights

4. You have allied with wicked people, in whose hearts
Is ancient rancor and their morals are narrow

5. Tell Al-Ukhaydir, when dire need has befallen us
To shorten, for in shortening you will have enough

6. The sun does not rise except he is in fatigue
Nor sets except he is outrun

7. My soul is sacrificed for Qays the day your turbans were tied
For the tongue of Al-Akhṭal cannot be worn out

8. In their hands are white swords, tested
For the zealous a bridle, and for necks a strap

9. And the Taghlib are the worst tribe, their stallion
A stallion whose mother is an unsteady she-camel

10. Under the loincloths are stiff lances
Like tent poles touched by the howdah and the strap