أعمرو بنَ هند ما ترى رأي معشر

O Amr ibn Hind, do you not see the judgment of a people who let Abu Hassan die, though he was a close neighbor?

Look to Murad, for they violated his sanctuary openly, and now their united front has made them your declared enemies.

Amama cried out a desperate cry as the arrows pierced his breast, calling vainly upon the tribes for aid.

Had he called upon a clan from the fortress, they would have hurled themselves upon the rugged ground to defend him.

Had the sons of Qarn hovered around him, he would have easily mastered whatever fate demanded.

And had the tribe of Taghlib daughter of Wa'il witnessed it, they would have been his mighty shield and helper.

Instead, he summoned a clan from Qays Aylan who merely graze their herds across the high pastures of the Hijaz.

Truly, the best of men in life and death lies in the valley of Qadib, known to friend and foe alike.

His wealth and his retainers were divided among them while men stood by, watching with bare arms.

My disdain for this outweighs the enmity between us, and I declared that such a slain man must not go unavenged.

Let not their distance prevent you from reaching them, and rouse the tribes of Ma'd and the Bedouin alike.

Do not taste the dark wine unless you visit them with vast columns of horsemen following wave upon wave.