1. If my soul remembers a partner, it is cut to pieces
On the couch of one settled at home for conversation

2. And he was the protector's brother when he feared a stumble
A partner and rival to the shyest of prey

3. Thus they were not, our stalwarts, prophets of fate
At the gate or gnawed at by the decades, the voracious

4. Indeed they left with the stave, a flock with a shepherd
And my eyes have not seen the like of him, a shepherd wearing

5. And they said, does not Tameem weep for its brothers?
Abu-Salit, beauty of the delegation, poison of knights