وَمَولىً ضَعيفِ النَصرِ ناءٍ مَحَلُّهُ

جَشِمتُ لَهُ ما لَيسَ مِنّي جاشِمُهُ

I have a master, weak in his victory, complaining is his trait

I have borne for him what was not in me to bear

إِذا ما رَآني مُقبِلاً شَدَّ صَوتَهُ

عَلى القِرنِ وَاِعلَولى عَلى مَن يُخاصِمُهُ

When he sees me coming, he raises his voice

Against the spear, and makes a fuss against whoever contends with him

وَأَجرَدٍ مَيّاحٍ وَهَبَت بِسَرجِهِ

لِمُختَبِطٍ أَو ذي دَلالٍ أَكاتِمُهُ

A gaunt, bellowing camel, its saddle given up

To a lost one, or to one who hides me

عَلى أَنَّ قَومي أَسلَموني وَعُرَّتي

وَقَومُ الفَتى أَظفارُهُ وَدَعائِمُهُ

Though my people have left me vulnerable, and my honor

A young man's people are his claws and his pillars