Her son heard her and was so deeply stirred by the insult that he took his sword and decapitated the king of al-Hirah and killed his guards then left.
The next thematic section narrates his lady's departure on her litter (a chair placed on camel's back that veiled women from strangers, dust and sun), and the joy of the sword-fight.
Next, he addresses the grandfather of the victim - Amr b. Hind - and discusses Arab ideals and defends his mother again.
Give us our dawn draught And do not spare the wines of al-Andarina, The brightly sparkling, as if by saffron were in them Whenever the mulled water is mingled with them, That swing the hotly desirous from his passion When he has tasted them to gentle mellowness; You see the skinflint miser, when the cup's passed him, Suddenly holds his prized property in derision.
O Umm ‘Amr, you've withheld the beaker from us- From right to right it should have been running- And yet your friend, whom you deny the dawn-draught, O Umm ‘Amr, is not the worst trio, And a wine cup I had drunk in Baalbek; and other one (wine cup) in Damascus and Qāserīn And of surety the fates will overtake us Predestined for us, as we for them are predestined.