Poetry and chants

We gave our pledge, and the Bedouin never break a pledgefor the bounds of our land we give our lives

We take pride in our love of camels and their storied pastand whoever blames us for loving our heritage, let him go

You are the master of Mahubat, and your deeds command respectyour glory is greater than theirs whose glory is only talk

Because of you the wide passes grew narrow for your rivalswho, from the grief of defeat, can barely draw breath

She comes to you like the blaze of the sun at its height, all light and awea step ahead of description, beyond the reach of words

Her presence is fire and her features prideand whoever sees her knows that beauty has its station

When she appears, description falls silentand to challenge her is no matter of showing up

The challenge is who can stand before herthe day every eye turns to her

For the arena knows who comes for the honour of itand who comes for first place