Ode LXIX: Ah, dead is the Son of

Ah, dead is the Son of Qurran, the praised of men, the man of mighty deeds, the father of 'Amr, Yazid !

Ah, dead is a man — many men die and none misses them, but woefully missed is he !

Ah, dead is a man whose camels were ever tethered before his tent in all circumstances, a free spender, a helpful friend !

Ah, dead is a man by reason of whose death [women like] wild kine, in the skirts of 'Unaizah, are awake through sorrow !

They heard of his decease, and they spent the day in mourning, standing opposite one another, and perfumes were no longer lawful to them.