He rose up in al-Jazīrah with thirty men along the Euphrates irrigation canals. They slew a Christian merchant and seized his money. He then ravaged Dara (1) and looted it, and his forces swelled. Next he marched on Mayyāfāriqīn, whose inhabitants ransomed their town from him for twenty thousand. The people of Khilāṭ (2) likewise concluded a monetary truce with him. He routed the army of al-Rashīd, his power became formidable, and he sacked Nisibis, killing five thousand of its people. In the end Yazīd ibn Mazyad fought him, defeated him, and killed him.
His sister, al-Fāriʿah (4), lamented him in well-known verses (3). Among them:
O trees of the Khabur, why do you still wear your leaves?
As though you had never mourned for Ibn Ṭarīf!
A youth who sought no provisions save those gained through piety,
And no wealth save that won with lances and swords (5).
He treasured nothing but every bare-maned, stalwart steed,
Forever returning to the charge amid the ranks (6).
A lifelong ally of generosity—while he lived, liberality was pleased with its companion;
When he died, generosity could find no companion to please it (7).