لَعَمري لِأَثمادُ بنُ خَنسا وَماؤُهُ

مُسَلِّحَةُ الأُنثى الخَبيثُ تُرابُها

By my life! The water of Athmad the son of Khansa

Is armed, her despicable soil.

أَخَفُّ عَلى الشَيخِ العِبادي مَؤونَةً

وَأَهوَنُ مِن حَربي إِذا صَرَّ نابُها

It is lighter for the devout old man to bear

And easier than my war when its severity intensifies.

أَفي أورَةٍ عالَجتُها وَحَفَرتُها

تَميمٌ حَوالَيها وَعِندي كِتابُها

Have I healed it in a shelter I dug around it -

Tamim are its surroundings and with me is its book.

لَنا مَنبِتُ الضَمرانِ يا آلَ مالِكٍ

وَعَرفَجُ سُلمِيٍّ لَنا وَصِعابُها

For us is the pasture of adh-Dhimraan, O clan of Malik!

And the rugged path of Sulamiyy is for us and its precipices.