1. O sons of Rifa'ah, what is my plight and what is yours?
Do you fall short while my fire has not touched you?

2. It would not have ended until a dog attacks me
And I pelt it with stones in its mouth

3. Three share half a garment between them
For a waist-wrapper and cloak without purity

4. A people has failed, feeble because of their elite
Bare-legged, kindled with flint

5. Were it not for Ibn Hayshah's son, a man of kin
I would then dig my claws into the open ground