لَعَمري لِأَثمادُ بنُ خَنسا وَماؤُهُ

لَعَمري لِأَثمادُ بنُ خَنسا وَماؤُهُ

مُسَلِّحَةُ الأُنثى الخَبيثُ تُرابُها

مُسَلِّحَةُ الأُنثى الخَبيثُ تُرابُها

By my life, Ibn Khansa's waterholes and his water—

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

Musallihat al-Untha, whose soil is foul—

Is armed, her despicable soil.

أَخَفُّ عَلى الشَيخِ العِبادي مَؤونَةً

أَخَفُّ عَلى الشَيخِ العِبادي مَؤونَةً

وَأَهوَنُ مِن حَربي إِذا صَرَّ نابُها

وَأَهوَنُ مِن حَربي إِذا صَرَّ نابُها

Are less burdensome to the ʿIbadi elder,

It is lighter for the devout old man to bear

And easier than war with me when its fang grinds.

And easier than my war when its severity intensifies.

أَفي أورَةٍ عالَجتُها وَحَفَرتُها

أَفي أورَةٍ عالَجتُها وَحَفَرتُها

تَميمٌ حَوالَيها وَعِندي كِتابُها

تَميمٌ حَوالَيها وَعِندي كِتابُها

Is it over Awra, which I worked and dug,

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

With Tamim all around it and its deed in my keeping?

Tamim are its surroundings and with me is its book.

لَنا مَنبِتُ الضَمرانِ يا آلَ مالِكٍ

لَنا مَنبِتُ الضَمرانِ يا آلَ مالِكٍ

وَعَرفَجُ سُلمِيٍّ لَنا وَصِعابُها

وَعَرفَجُ سُلمِيٍّ لَنا وَصِعابُها

Ours is the ground where damran grows, O clan of Malik,

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

And Sulmi's arfaj shrubs are ours, and its rugged tracts.

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