1. Say to Bakr son of Dahmard when the armies of night
Are gathered between al-Tas and al-Jam,

2. "Did I not tell you that transgression is ruinous
And transgression and pride corrupt men?

3. You once fled from a few stray arrows
Yet now you are patchwork pierced by every archer;

4. You once shied from a mere touch or kiss
Yet now are tamed by bridle and halter."

5. If your thighs are ripped by the ride, though you come
At eve, my agonized heart still bleeds for you.