1. Sleeplessness is caused by worries at night,
And by fantasies when stars grow dim.

2. Of a beloved who has left your heart diseased,
A hidden malady dwelling within.

3. O my people, does one like me get killed?
I'm feeble in strength, my bones are frail.

4. Her mind is on perfume and bed, mounted high,
With necklaces of pearls, finely formed and pale.

5. If the lizard crawls over her, she would lament it,
And her cheeks would be furrowed and lined.

6. The sun hasn't enlightened her with anything,
Except that youth doesn't last or bide.

7. My uncle is the spokesman of Jabiyah's tribe,
When Nu'man takes his seat and presides.

8. And my father is the accomplished poet
On the day opponents bicker and chide.

9. His words flow with eloquence, his opinion
Valued, though from the folks he resides.

10. And I'm the falcon at the door of Salma's son,
While Nu'man stays put in his abodes.

11. My father and uncle set me free.
Then we left while their locks are destroyed.

12. And I disowned them altogether,
Each palm filled with a divided share.

13.
My lineage threaded their houses,

14. Each home with a father great for me.
How much forbearance is lost by lack of wealth,

15. And ignorance covers prosperity!
I care not if a goat bleats sorrow at me,

16. Or if a despicable sneak sneers at me from behind.
Don't you dare insult me, for you're not my insulter.

17. My insulter is one of generous kind.
Those are our deeds, unlike Al-Zabarra's acts,

18. Lethargic towards his maligned friend.
And the people had supporters among them when you came,

19. A family of Bani Qusay, pillars and beam.
Nine who carry the banner and soared,

20. Against the riffraff of Qana, deprecated and mean.
They didn't waver until they all perished,

21. In a standstill, while each one is blamed.
Their blood was forbidden, but they were protective

22. To stand their ground, for the generous is the same.
And they stood fast until they were torn to pieces,

23. With Qana's spears in their breasts left maimed.
While Quraysh takes refuge with us,

24. Not holding their ground, their courage defamed.
The matrons couldn't bear its weight,