بَنو دارِمٍ يا اِبنَ المَراغَةَ أُسرَتي

إِذا عُدَّ يَوماً عِزُّها وَنَفيرُها

O sons of Darim, O Ibn Al-Maragha my family

When counted one day their honor and assemblage

مَكارِمُ ما كانَت كُلَيبٌ تَنالُها

إِذا ما جَنا تَحتَ الطَويلِ قَصيرُها

The generous deeds that Kulaib's could not attain

When the short comes under the tall's shade

وَدارِ حِفاظٍ قَد حَلَلنا وَغارَةٍ

ضَرَبنا عَلَيها الخَيلَ تَدمى نُحورُها

And the house of Hi-faz we invaded and looted

We struck it with horses bloodying their necks

صَبَرنا لَها حَتّى تَفَرَّجَ غُمُّها

وَعادَ لَنا أَسلابُها وَكَبيرُها

We were patient for it until its gloom uncovered

And its captives and elders returned to us