I will tell you what did occur
And a trouble which partitioned our houses
The one tribe has become two as a result
And its stick was divided and we have no judges
But my mind today had a worry in it
Agitated on thorns you will find it
Or like fires in the blacksmith's shop
Which spark between all the curved irons
For the heart is in firm hands
Who brought the steel saw of partition to them
When I said: let the affliction of separation be gone
He visited and called for this separation
O homes which were inhabited yesterday
With both parts being gathered
And women who were close in the playgrounds
Of the night some of them are asleep and some are awake
She would please the looking people with perfection
As long as Muhriq and Kutham appeared to us
And cattle who were in grazing grounds
Released to the drinking place of antelopes and ostriches
There is nothing but owls in it today
Weeping over its ruins
We stood there for a long time asking
With profuse eyes and continuous tears
Nothing is left to me but the desolation of my mind
And my sickness for reasons which you know
And after this give Mansur Bu Ali
Greetings, and after greetings more greetings
And say to him: O Abu Al-Wafa your opinion is dark
You have entered into great dark seas
Full of great waves so that they cannot be measured
With ships, but they have floods in the spaces and the hills
You have not measured here correctly
You cannot swim in the deep bellowing seas
You will suffer the arrival of your doom
Through evil people who lack intellects
O tribesmen, you ride misguidance and you have no rest
And no worldly thing of yours will remain
Are you not concerned with seeing how their view
Are like fruitless trees without completion
You have embraced stupidity and sough positions
Which are not stations for yours
By the right of the Prophet and the house and its sides
And those who visit them each year
The people of the neighborhood would see if the nights are long
That you will eat nothing but Khamt
Their goodness does not remain
The deserts are filled with swords and lances
And each distance is like a dam you cross
Having a boy from the sons of the honorable people
And each brave man gnashing his teeth
And fights reins with his move
The infertile earth holds us for a while
And bears for us a disaster from every side
With heroes and cameleers and blood
At the time of the arrival of the enemy
We keep them and I lead them
There are signs of war in my lance
And we are like teeth in your tents
Until we are even in our debts
And when the day of hunger arrives prince Abu Ali
You will find the hungry are filled
And so did Bu Hammu send him to ease of life
And let the high horses eat
And let not the men be treated with injustice
And not have to yield to the enemy
Not to drive them to their misery
And they always have desire and continuity
How many horses did rise against the enemy
Between Sahasih and Hutham
And in the traces of the cutter Bu Mia'il
We have a land where leaving the women is a pct
And how much booty will they bring after it
A man of praise as generous as a rainy cloud
And if he comes kings fear him and would seek
His nature not to rise against them
Peace of Allah upon you from the tongue of understanding
As long as the doves sing and pigeons weep
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