1. Today your neighbor departed on a journey
Do not yearn for the one who packs up and leaves

2. Stand crookedly over a desolate abode
And bid it farewell though it departs

3. At daybreak, I likened the sand dunes
To an Indian ship sailing away

4. They took to the right, deviating from the shore
And to the left, away from the mountains

5. They brought us wondrous gatherings
And were stingy without being asked or weakened

6. Companions who lived no wretched life
Renewing trysts and promises

7. You spent your days, each one
With a promise they never kept

8. Had they craved that, they'd have watered
The peaks from hilltop springs

9. But zealots kept you from it
So you weren't sated when parched

10. Does my devotion those nights and days
Of long loyalty not suffice?

11. I love the stragglers at daybreak
And desire not those who settle

12. You shed tears the day they returned
To the abode, bearing their burdens

13. The doe-eyed ones are like lances
Aimed at me, cords and snares set out

14. They did not hesitate, shooting my heart
With arrows needing no feathering

15. Rather, with their eyes and cheeks
Adorned as if with fine necklaces

16. By your life! Their nearness increases you not
Except in anxiety and inner turmoil

17. Evil tongues alarmed us
With some unpleasant words

18. I saw you, brother, when we raced
And horsemanship was tested, you excelled

19. Al-Farazdaq tired after straining
And cast aside his bow, exhausted in the fight

20. We are the superior ones, so what day
Will the Taghlibi claim excellence?

21. Do you not see the might of Banu Tamim
Was built by God the day He built the mountains?

22. He built them lofty pillars
And God elevated their peaks high

23. Every blossoming Khindif built me a home
Rivaling the north wind in its canopy

24. The desert divides its bounty with him
While all people are his dependents by night

25. The warlords submitted to Khindif
When we desired, he tossed and turned

26. And the Taghlibi strives when we call him
Awaiting the new moon with his tribute

27. You met the horses of Qays on the island
And said, "These are pack-saddles, not for war!"

28. You have no horses with patience for horses
Nor do your men match their men

29. You surrendered Shu'ayth bin Mulayl
Whose shoulder was struck by the sword in defeat

30. After Abu Ghuwayth, you drank wine
With no joy left in intoxication

31. Drunk Taghlibi women stumble
Mistaking the rump of a pig for a gazelle

32. Wine keeps churning violently in their brains
And they complain of humiliation in their steps

33. Do you reckon your mother's vulva was glory?
It dragged you away from decent money

34. Take what you found your father possessed, my son
As for the Khindifi, you can never attain him

35. Is not Abu Al-Ukht Bilal Taghlibi?
What a foul Taghlibi father and uncle!

36. If your uncle is Taghlibi
Barter him if you can find a replacement

37. While Warbooh frequents the open plains
Building columns over them

38. Al-Ukhtal tied the rope of disgrace
So his day amongst them was prolonged

39. Do you not see, O Ukhtal, the war of Qays
Pass by when you seek its causes?

40. If your intoxication does not subside, then taste
The Indian swords and piercing blades!