عَفَت فَردَةٌ مِن أَهلِها فَجَنابُها

فَحَرَّةُ لَيلى سَهلُها وَهِضابُها

A free woman has parted from her people, so her absence is hard

The desert of Layla, its plains and hills

فَرُمّانُ إِلّا كُلَّ أَسفَعَ ناشِطٍ

فَأَعناءُ سَلمى ميثُها فَلِصابُها

Shooting stars, except every towering smooth rock

The groves of Salma, its covenant and promises

فَيا لَأَبي بَكرٍ وَيا لَجَحَوَّشٍ

وَلِلَّهِ مَولى دَعوَةٍ لا يُجابُها

Oh Abi Bakr, Oh Juhaysh

By God, the prayer of the unanswered call

أَفي كُلِّ يَومٍ لا تَزالُ كَتيبَةٌ

عُقَيلِيَّةٌ يَهفو عَلَيكُم عُقابُها

Does not a day go by, that a battalion

Of Banu Uqayl swoop down upon you

وَأَنتُم عَديدٌ في حَديدٍ وَشَفرَةٍ

وَغابِ رِماحٍ يَكسِفُ الشَمسَ غابُها

While you are many, armed with iron and blade

And spear shafts that eclipse the sun with their thickness

يُسَقّى إِبنُ بِشرٍ ثُمَّ يَمسَحُ بَطنَهُ

وَحَولي رِجالٌ ما يَسوغُ شَرابُها

Ibn Bishr's son is given drink, then pats his belly

While around me are men for whom it is not proper to drink it

لَهُم جَزَرٌ مِنكُم عَبيطٌ كَأَنَّهُ

وَقاعُ المُلوكِ فَتكُها وَإِغتِصابُها

They have prizes from you, stupid as if they were

The halls of kings, their havoc and plunder

فَما الشَرُّ كُلَّ الشَرِّ لاخَيرَ بَعدَهُ

على الناسِ إِلّا أَن تَذِلَّ رِقابُها

Not all harm is harm, no good after it

For the people except to humiliate them

نِساءُ إِبنِ بِشرٍ بُدَّنٌ وَنِساأُنا

بَلايا عَلَيها كُلَّ يَومٍ سِلابُها

The women of Ibn Bishr are heavy and ours

Are calamities upon them each day their plunder