1. My heart recoiled from burning rocks
Built by my bare hands and panic

2. Do not shy, O she-camel, from him
For he is a wine-pourer, stirred for wars

3. Rabia ibn Mukaddam shall not be far
Who gave the valleys his grave and sins

4. If not for the embassy and torn garment's breadth
I'd have let her yearn on the saddle

5. The horsemen fled from Rabia after
He saved them from the flood of distress

6. He invokes Ali when he submitted his back
So you did invoke there unanswered

7. What a fine lad performed his journey
Nubaysha son of Habib on the Kudayd day