فلولا سَراةُ الحيّ من آل مالكٍ

وَذُروةُ عَوفٍ كل حَوضُكَ مُترَعُ

Were it not for the horsemen of the living from the house of Malik,

And the peak of Awf, your every pool would be a watering place,

هما قارَعا عن بَيضَةِ العِزّ بالقَنا

ذُؤابةَ حيٍّ والرِّماحُ تَهَزَّعُ

They held back the white fortress of glory with the spear,

The army of the tribe and their spears shaking,

وجَدُّكَ مَخصِيٌّ على الوجه تاعِسٌ

يسيرُ به الرُكبانُ ما قامَ أَفرَعُ

Your grandfather frowning in the face, sad,

The caravans walking by him while the branches stood.