أَقْفَرَ مِنْ أُمِّ اليَمانِي لَعْلَعُ

فَبَطْنُ ذِي قَارٍ فَقارٌ بَلْقَعُ

More desolate than Umm al-Yamani's abode

Whose belly rumbles loudly like thunder

كَغُصْنِ بانٍ عُودُهُ سَرَعْرَعُ

كَأَنَّ وِرْداً مِنْ دِهانٍ يُمْرِعُ

Like a bent branch whose wood creaks

As if it were a rose dripping with scent

لَوْنِي وَلَوْ هَبَّتْ عَقِيمٌ تَسْفَعُ

كَأَنَّهُ مَدَّ إِلَيْنا أَقْطَعُ

My complexion - even if a barren camel were to roar -

Is as if he had stretched out to us an amputated hand

مُكَعْبَر الأَرْساغِ أَوْ مُكَنَّعُ

وَلَا تَنِي أَيْدٍ عَلَيْنا تَضْبَعُ

Covered in bracelets or in rings

No hands reach out to us grasping

بِما أَصَبْناها وَأُخْرَى تَطْمَعُ

وَالجِنُّ والإِنْسُ إِلَيْنا هُنَّعُ

For what we have already attained, while others covet

Jinn and mankind applaud us

فَامْدَحْ ذَوي خِنْدِفَ مَدْحاً يَرْفَعُ

So praise the clan of Khindif with an exalting eulogy