241 — Al-ʿAbbās ibn Hishām informed me, from his father, from Muharrar ibn Jaʿfar, from Hishām ibn Urwa, from his father, who said: Umayya also said:

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“O you who chide me, you have chided beyond all measure;
Woe to you—do you know what I endure?
If you must chide me, then bring Kilāb back,
Now that he has set out for Iraq.
I had not yet had my fill of Kilāb
On the morning he departed and announced our parting—
The finest of young men in hardship and ease,
Steadfast on the day of battle.
No, by your father! What cared I for my passion,
My tenderness toward you, or my yearning;
My gentle care for you when winter came,
Or clasping you to my breast in an embrace?
If separation could sever a heartstring,
The very core of my heart would be near to bursting.
Against al-Fāruq I shall appeal to a Lord
Who drives the pilgrim throng onward to Busāq;
And I shall call earnestly upon Allah against him,
From the vale of the Two Akhshabs as far as Dufāq,
If al-Fāruq does not send Kilāb back
To two aged parents whose very heads cry out.”