أَرى عَبدَ عَمرٍو قَد أَساطَ ابنَ عَمَّهِ

وَأَنضَجَهُ في غَليِ قَدرٍ وَما يَدري

I see the slave of Amr has slain his cousin

And cooked him in a boiling pot though unaware

فَهَلاّ اِبنَ حَسحاسٍ قَتَلتَ وَمَعبَداً

هُما تَركاكَ لا تَريشُ وَلا تَبري

Why not instead you killed Ibn Haschas and Ma'bad

Who left you featherless and plucked bare

هُما طَعَنا مَولاكَ في خَرجِ دُبرِهِ

وَأَقَبلتَ ما تَلوي عَلى مَحجَرٍ تَجري

They stabbed your master in the back in his retreat

Yet you proceed unflinching, your tears flowing unchecked