"Weep for me, my eyes! Spill your tears And mourn for me the vanished kings Hujr ibn 'Amru's princely sons Led away to slaughter at eventide; If only they had died in combat Not in the lands of Banu Marina! No water was there to wash their fallen heads, And their skulls lie spattered with blood Pecked over by birds Who tear out first the eyebrows, then the eyes."