عَجِبتُ إِلى قَيسٍ تُضاهي كِلابُها

وَهُنَّ عَلى الأَذقانِ تَحتَ لِباني

I marveled at the Qays, whose dogs rivaled

As they rested their cheeks beneath pearls

لَعَمرُكَ ما أَدري أَطالِبُ سالِمٍ

إِلى اللُؤمِ أَدنى أَم أَبو اِبنِ دُخانِ

By your life! I know not if the seeker of peace

Is closer to infamy or the father of smoke

لَئيمانِ كانا مَولَيَينِ كِلاهُما

ذَليلٌ غَداةَ الرَوعِ وَالحَدَثانِ

Both were despicable, subservient men

Humiliated at dawn by fear and whiteness

وَهَبتُ بَني بَدرٍ لِأَسماءَ بَعدَما

جَرَت فَوقَهُ رَيحانِ يَختَلِفانِ

I gave the Bani Badr to Asma after

The two winds had blown upon them, mingling

إِذا ما حَلَلنا حَلَّ مَن كانَ خَلفَنا

وَيَتبَعُنا إِن نَظعَنِ الثَقَلانِ

When we move on, so does whoever was behind us

And follows if we mount the burdens

أَنا اِبنُ بَني سَعدٍ تَكونُ إِذا اِرتَمى

بِقَيسٍ لِغارَي خِندِفَ الرَحَوانِ

I am the son of Bani Sa’d, whenever I

Attack Qays, churning sands with spears

إِذا وَلَجَت قَيسٌ تِهامَةَ قُرِّروا

بِها وَبِنَجدٍ هُم عَبيدُ هَوانِ

When Qays enters Tihama, declare

It and Najd their slaves of passion