كانَت قُرَيشٌ بَيضَةٍ فَتَفَلَّقَت

فالمُحُّ خالِصُهُ لِعَبدِ مَنافِ

Quraysh was an egg that cracked open

The pure part is for the slave of Manaf

الخَالِطينَ فَقيرَهُم بِغَنِيِّهُم

وَالظاعِنينَ لِرِحلَةِ الأَصيافِ

The mixers, their poor with their rich

And the summer travelers

وَالرائِشينَ وَلَيسَ يوجَدُ رائِشٌ

وَالقائِلينَ هَلُمَّ لِلأَضيافِ

And the bedouins, though no bedouin is found

And those who say, "Come here guests!"

عَمرو الَّذي هَشَمَ الثَريدَ لِقَومِهِ

وَرِجالُ مَكَّةَ مِسنِتونَ عِجافُ

Amr who broke the bread for his people

And the men of Mecca, dried-lipped

عَمرو العُلى هشَمَ الثَريدَ لِقَومِهِ

وَرِجالُ مَكَّةَ مِسنِتونَ عِجافُ

Amr the Lofty broke the bread for his people

And the men of Mecca, dried-lipped

وَهُوَ الَّذي سَنَّ الرَحيلَ لِقَومِهِ

رحلَ الشِتاءِ وَرِحلَةَ الأَصيافِ

And he who established the departure for his people

The winter and summer journeys