حَسِبتَ قِذافي بَعدَ عامٍ وَلَم يَكُن

قِذافي زَماناً ما يُرَوَّحُ سائِمُه

You thought Gaddafi after a year, yet Gaddafi

Was never a time his thirst could be quenched

سَتَعلَمُ يا حَيضَ المَراغَةِ أَيُّنا

لَهُ حينَ يَدعو مِن تَميمٍ قَماقِمُه

You will know, O cycle of Maraghah, which of us

When he calls, has his resolute people respond

أَلَم تَعوِ عَن قَيسِ اِبنِ عَيلانَ باسِطاً

إِلَيهِم يَدَي مُستَطعِمٍ لا تُطاعِمُه

Did you not know of Qais ibn Ailan extending

His hands to them, begging, yet none would feed him

بِأَعراضِ قَومٍ خِندِفِيِّينَ مِنهُمُ

لُؤَيُّ اِبنُ فِهرٍ وَالسُعودُ وَدارِمُه

With the integrity of sneering people among them

Luyayy son of Fihr, Saud and their houses

أَرى كُلَّ جانٍ مِن تَميمٍ إِذا جَنى

لَهُم حَدَثاً كانَت عَلَيَّ جَرائِمُه

I see every coward of Tamim, if they commit

A crime against me, I will repay their crimes

وَقَد عَلِمَ الجانونَ أَنَّ اِبنَ غالِبٍ

لِكُلِّ دَمٍ قالوا هَرَقناهُ غارِمُه

And the cowards knew that the son of Ghalib

For every blood they spilt, he will make them pay

وَلَمّا دَعا الداعونَ أَينَ اِبنُ غالِبٍ

لِصَدعِ ثَأىً يُخشى لَهُم مُتَفاقِمُه

And when the callers called "Where is the son of Ghalib?"

To the crack of the saddle, they feared his anger

دَعَوا غالِباً عِندَ الحَمالَةِ وَالقِرى

وَأَينَ اِبنُهُ الشافي تَميماً نَقايِمُه

They called Ghalib at Al-Hamalah and the villages

And where is his son who heals Tamim their wounds