1. Has not the eye let fall its tears
As the tears gushed and drained away?

2. It recalls the abandoned encampment
And the abodes of tents and tent pegs.

3. When a raincloud from the spring clouds
Passes through its courtyard and rains on it,

4. Our dwellings stand, propped up,
Bending under the weight they bear,

5. With the face of a delicate, startled gazelle
That listens intently with pricked-up ears.

6. So night drove it toward the latter part of the night,
Fearing a relentless, evil watcher.

7. If I die, do not marry again,
One who fails his tribe, envious of its glory.

8. He sees praise as blame, faulting their honor,
Foolishly, hating those who lead them.

9. If they blame him once
And the camel bitch turns away, spending the night apart,

10. One like me can bear it, but I task myself
With what has spoiled it.

11. I will give the tribe what it tried to get
From me and belie its sending me away.

12. I will endure if my love turns from me
And strike with the sword whoever schemes against it.

13. Yathrib knows we are lions in it
Who shake the dust off their manes.

14. We hurl the spears in the breasts of the valorous heroes
Until we shatter their tent posts.

15. When they flock together and rally their confederates
And people mass in crowds,

16. The wrongdoers said to the righteous,
“Evil will recoil upon him who does evil.”

17. We made bliss a protection against misery
And we were pillars against adversity.

18. We kill on the day of battle with the sword
Among the brigades, striking its leaders.

19. Every day we have a raid against the Aus
In which we kill their knights.

20. You see us with cheeks marked white
By the dust as we don our armor for war.