1. I wept, O dwelling, until I almost made you weep,
And I found myself and my tears among your melodies.

2. So good morning! Indeed, you have provoked a yearning in me,
And we repeat our greetings, we surely greet you.

3. By what decree of time have you become accustomed
To the empty wilderness instead of your family?

4. Days in you whose suns were not revived for us
Except they shed blood with a glance poured out.

5. And life is green, and the ruins are magnificent,
As if the light of Ubayy's servants rises over you.

6. A man survived, O son of Yahya, you were his ambition,
And the caravan of riders missed you.

7. You revived poetry for the poets, so they praised
All those they praised with that which is in you.

8. And they taught people glory through you and managed
The subtleties of meanings from your meanings.

9. So be as you are, O incomparable one,
Or however you wish, for none can equal you.

10. The thanks of the chaste one for what you granted found me
On the path of custom to your generosity traveled.

11. And the greatness of your worth in the horizons made me imagine
That with little praise I insult you.

12. It suffices that you are of Qahtan in nobility
And if you take pride, they are all your followers.

13. And if I diminished as I have increased from generosity
Over all people, they would see me like you.

14. Your call answered me. Indeed, it called and I heard,
"May he ransom you," from a companion of mine, and I ransom you.

15. You continue to follow what you turn your hand to, hand in hand,
Until I thought my life was from your hands.

16. So if you say, "These are well-known qualities of yours,"
Or not, then you do not lack in nobility.