هلا سألتَ بيومي رحرحان وقد

ظنَّتْ هوازن أن العزَّ قد زالا

You asked how I was that day I met misfortune

The tribe of Hawazin thought my power was lost

تلك المكارم لا قَعْبانِ من لبنٍ

شيبا بماءٍ فعادا بعْد أبوالا

Those noble virtues are not of curdled milk

Turned grey by water, rather they endure and grow