يا بَني الصَيداءِ رُدّوا فَرَسي

إِنَّما يُفعَلُ هَذا بِالذَليل

O people of Syda, return my horse to me

This is only done to the disgraced one

لا تَذيلوهُ فَإِنّي لَم أَكُن

يا بَني الصَيدا لِمُهري بِالمُذيل

Do not disgrace him, for I have never been

O people of Syda, one who accepts the dower from the disgraced one

عَوِّدوهُ كَالَّذي عَوَّدتُهُ

دَلَجَ اللَيلِ وَإيطاءَ القَتيل

Accustom him as I had accustomed him

To trotting through the night and trampling over the slain

أَحمِلُ الزِقَّ عَلى مَنسِجِهِ

فَيَظَلُّ نَشواناً يَميل

I carry the saddle on its blanket

So it remains restless, swaying