1. Alas, Taim, which belongs to ‘Amr and Malik,
The slaves of the staff whose fetters will never release them,

2. In good soil it has struck no roots for Taim,
Nor sprouted leafy branches its trees,

3. Nor has Taim been thankful to a noble people,
Nor has Taim been angry at those who disgrace it,

4. And if you are asked, O Taim, speak of yourselves,
With narratives that will shame you certainly,

5. And if you seek, O Taim, mention by reviling us
Then Taim has been mentioned with talk that disgraces it,

6. Have you not seen that the ignoble, their book
Was drafted by the mouths of Taim when its eyes split,

7. And Ibrahim did not leave any of Taim in the House when he prayed,
Nor any of the clay of Adam was its clay,

8. And no woman of Taim was satisfied with the religion of a Muslim,
Rather it followed the religion of Ibn Alghaz whose religion it followed,

9. And no woman of Taim carried for half a night
Except that the wickedness of her fetus increased,

10. When does a woman of Taim boast to her clan,
As if the lanes of Al-Qarr are green with vegetation?!

11. Indeed, O Taim, the burial of the wicked is among you,
So Taim has become a stirring burial ground,

12. And the blood of Taim does not pay for them,
Blood nor hostages pay its blood money,

13. When Taim descends a land,
The wickedness of Taim complains of its plains and depressions,

14. Alas, Taim so no good will come from it,
The left hand is twisted in it and its right hand is paralyzed,

15. As if the swords of Taim are lightning bolts
When filled with froth in summer their eyes,

16. And I was told that Taim regrets, so it pleased me,
What Taim regretted and its intentions were spoiled,

17. Indeed, the disgrace of Taim has been prolonged with no dread,
And the mouths of Taim, their eyes have not been gouged,

18. My horses have denied them Al-Hawizah after
It flowed like the gurgling of she-camels pulling their young,

19. Taim will know who can count the pebbles,
When war flares up in the fangs of its war drums,

20. And below me, from the legacy of ‘Amr and Malik,
Are lions who make the forest their protected den,

21. Alas, Taim are but the pigs of a village,
Long are the comings of its black snouts,

22. If the man of Taim were thirsty, he would suck his mother,
When he sees cloud-like dust in the water skins,