1. He gave drink to the abode of tents from the standards of Najd
I diffuse my clouds and my tears and the plentiful life

2. And my tears used to suffice, though
What is in the ribs dries them from the burning

3. So if the fire of the ribs rests for a moment
You will see its outburst to the intense enmity

4. And if the arrows of sadness fail one day, so my tears
Take turns like all failed for one

5. And if they both pour one day in its yard
Their watering reached the utmost affection

6. I see my sigh rekindled and my tears gushing
As two opposites stood for night and roses

7. Is there in what you saw or heard
A cloud without horizon, or lightning without thunder

8. Woe to me! How I rave about Najd and its people
And I have nothing for it but fancying from an era

9. I have no tendency or love for Najd
Except that they unleashed rhymes about Najd

10. And they came with a claim that poetry embellished its fraudulence
So for them it became like praise in the scripture of love

11. We were busy with the children of time from love
And time for armor is not good for the coat

12. To God I complain of the harm of my time choking me
Its calamities have muzzled the tongues of enmity

13. Indeed it has turned the rule of my heart to love
As it entrusted the matter of eyelids to sleep

14. Doesn’t it fear, woe to it, that I pray against it
With the supplication of a wronged one, exceeding in his injustice

15. Didn't it notice that it alienated the generous
Whose absence guides hearts to my limit

16. I reproach it about them, so it increases in harshness
Did you witness any softness for solid rock

17. Doesn’t it know that harshness has repelled
The disposition of the cultured except from response

18. If it promises one day to unite us
Then fulfill with shackles and the like of a promise

19. And if it vows never to reconcile us
I recall the traces of poison in the covenant

20. My two friends, prose and poetry, send
Your steeds in the race of gratitude and praise

21. Support me, for it is the right of an innocent friend
Free of the bridle of concealment from the harm of hatred

22. With what have you tied the tongues of mankind
With mentioning me, so woe to the silent and the lampooner

23. So where is my eloquence or where is my articulation
If I do not repeat the mention of the generous or express

24. Oh my mind, fulfill the praise its rights
And describe it as they said, a bracelet on a wrist

25. And do not oblige me with laziness an argument
Which the fire of shame kindles on my cheek

26. I have weaned the rhymes and they are the sons of my mind
And preoccupation has distanced them from me in the grave

27. If I do not wear the flowers of stars as a necklace
And bring the full moon as a clasp for the necklace

28. Until the listeners say to my group
Yes, that fallen one rose from that feeble one

29. I greet with its banner the side of Ibn Salim
So he knocks on the door at the time of returning