أَتانا عامَ سارَ بَنو كِلابٍ

أَتانا عامَ سارَ بَنو كِلابٍ

حَرامِيّونَ لَيسَ لَهُم حَرامُ

حَرامِيّونَ لَيسَ لَهُم حَرامُ

There came to us, in the year Banū Kilāb set out,

A year came to us, the sons of dogs marched

Men of Ḥarām, for whom nothing is forbidden.

Brigands who have no shame

كَأَنَّ بُيوتَهُم شَجَرٌ صِغارٌ

كَأَنَّ بُيوتَهُم شَجَرٌ صِغارٌ

بِقيعانٍ تَقيلُ بِها النَعامُ

بِقيعانٍ تَقيلُ بِها النَعامُ

Their dwellings are as though they were small trees

As if their houses were saplings

On open plains where ostriches rest at midday.

In meadows grazed heavily by ostriches

حَرامِيّونَ لا يَقرونَ ضَيفاً

حَرامِيّونَ لا يَقرونَ ضَيفاً

وَلا يَدرونَ ما خُلُقُ الكِرامِ

وَلا يَدرونَ ما خُلُقُ الكِرامِ

Men of Ḥarām who offer no hospitality to a guest,

Brigands who do not host a guest

Nor do they know the character of the noble.

And know not the nature of generosity