أَنكَحَها فَقدُها الأَرقِمَ في

جَنبٍ وَكانَ الخِباءُ مِن أَدَمِ

Arqam married her though her loss was his

In his side was a leather tent of hide

لَو بِأَبا نَينِ جاءَ يَخطُبُها

ضُرِّجَ ما أَنفُ خاطِبٍ بِدَمِ

Had her father been a serpent, and sought her hand

The suitor's nose would flow with blood, undried

أَصبَحتُ لا مَنفَساً أَصَبتُ وَلا

أُبتُ كَريماً حُرّاً مِنَ النَدَمِ

At morn I lost composure, at night had no rest

A free, noble man feels ever blame inside

هانَ عَلى تَغلِبَ بِما لَقِيَت

أُختُ بَني المالِكينَ مِن جُشَمِ

To Taghlib it was disgrace what befell

The sister of Ma'add's clans, of valor's pride

لَيسوا بِأَكفائِنا الكِرامِ وَلا

يُغنونَ مِن عَيلَةٍ وَلا عَدَمِ

They are not equals for us, the generous ones

No refuge they give, nor comfort provide