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Say goodbye to Huraira, the caravan is leaving Can you handle the goodbye, man?

A beautiful young woman with shiny teeth She walks smoothly like a nobleman in mud

Her walk from her neighbor's house Is like a cloud passing, not slow or fast

Tell Yazid of the Banu Shayban a message O Aba Thabit, won't you stop consuming?

Aren't you stopping from our roots? And you don't harm them while the camels groan

Like someone hitting a rock to weaken it But it doesn't harm it, and the ibex's horn weakens

Ask the Banu Asad about us, they know That news of us will reach you in some form

And ask Qushayr and Abdullah, all of them And ask the wonderful one about us, how do you behave?

We fight them until we kill them At the meeting, they overstepped and were ignorant

They said the chase, and we said that's our way Or if they change, we are a people who descend

You claimed we won't fight you We are killers for people like you, our people