صَرَمتَ اليَومَ حَبلَكَ مِن كَنودا

لِتُبدِلَ حَبلَها حَبلاً جَديدا

You have today cut your rope from Kanuda

To replace her rope with a new one

مِنَ اللائي إِذا يَمشينَ هَوناً

تَجَلبَبنَ المَجاسِدَ وَالبُرودا

Of those who when they walk gently

Sway hips and calves

كَأَنَّ بُطونَهُنَّ سُيوفُ هِندٍ

إِذا ما هُنَّ زايَلنَ الغُمودا

As if their bellies were Indian swords

When they reveal their hidden charms

تَبَدَّت لي لِتَقتُلُني فَأَبدَت

مَعاصِمَ فَخمَةً مِنها وَجيدا

She appeared before me to kill me and showed

A plump cheek and a face when it appeared to me

وَوَجهاً خِلتُهُ لَمّا بَدا لي

غَداةَ البَينِ ديناراً نَقيدا

The morning we parted was like a pure gold dinar

We drank in the desert cups with Hatif

سَقينا بِالفَضاءِ كُؤوسَ حَتفٍ

بَني عَوفٍ وَإِخوَتَهُم تَزيدا

The sons of Auf and their brothers increase

We met them in every battle led by a brother

لَقيناهُم بِكُلِّ أَخي حُروبٍ

يَقودُ وَراءَهُ جَمعاً عَتيدا

Leading behind him a prepared army

With the tips of its unsheathed swords bent

وَمُشرِفَةَ التَلائِلِ مُضمَراتٍ

طَوى أَحشاءَها التَعداءُ قودا

Did you think fighting my people

Was like your eating berries and seeds?

أَكُنتُم تَحسَبونَ قِتالَ قَومي

كَأَكلِكُمُ الفَغايا وَالهَبيدا

Death struck Sa'ida the son of Ka'b

And left in his dwellings only apes

أَصابَ القَتلُ ساعِدَةَ بنَ كَعبٍ

وَغادَرَ في مَجالِسِها قُرودا

And purposes have been turned back in Tarif

And Aqil where they forge iron

وَقَد رُدَّ العَزائِمُ في طَريفٍ

وَأَقيالٍ يَصوغونَ الحَديدا

And our swords have lasted upon you

Oh sons of the worst treachery, for a long time

وَإِنَّ سُيوفَنا ذَهَبَت عَلَيكُم

بَني شَرِّ الخَنى مَهلاً بَعيدا

And your group refuses anything but flight

While our group refuses anything but attack

وَيَأبى جَمعُكُم إِلّا فِراراً

وَيَأبى جَمعُنا إِلّا وُرودا

And our threat to you when we walk

With them to death is no empty threat

وَإِنَّ وَعيدَناكُم حينَ نَمشي

بِهِنَّ عَلى المَنونِ وَلا وَعيدا

Oh who will convey from me to Ku'ayb

Will your resolve forbid you from returning?

أَلا مَن مُبلِغٌ عَنّي كُعَيباً

فَهَل يَنهاكَ لُبُّكَ أَن تَعودا

Whenever I undertake a matter

The sons of Raq'a you oppose ascending

أَراني كُلَّما صَدَّرتُ أَمراً

بَني الرَقعاءَ جَشَّمَكُم صَعودا

So the swords of Aus left of you

Nothing but the fleeing remnant

فَما أَبقَت سُيوفُ الأَوسِ مِنكُم

وَحَدُّ ظُباتِها إِلّا شَريدا

We will not cease to kill your men

And make you slaves

فَلَن نَنفَكَّ نَقتُلُ ما حَيِينا

رِجالَكُمُ وَنَجعَلُكُم عَبيدا