1. I ask the caravan about her while she is with the caravan
And I seek her from my onlookers while she is in my heart

2. It is not the way of days when I complain to them
That they direct my reproach to my reproach

3. My love is suspended between estrangement and union
So I achieve neither in love nor do I rest

4. Nothing enticed me to the call of passion except that
I looked, and the one who pines struck me with his eyes

5. I yearn for the phantom of the loved ones passing by
While revelation of the eyelid and side are their images

6. So what ails the resolution if none but the enamored feels it
As if resolution is a torrent flooding people away

7. When we reconciled, time worked against us
And meeting became impossible, arduous

8. By God, a quarter of Umm Umaymah lies barren
Adorned by the winds with moist pearls

9. I made it a halt for the riding camels
If the tribe desires, it lingers long with my friends

10. I shot its dwellings from afar out of longing
With the plains of mankind, plains of the west

11. I quench my cheek with it, though anguish fills my heart
Sometimes rain transcends the places of drought

12. And oh friend, make me happy with a drink of Malik
Even if it is poured in the tribe from a leather bucket

13. And walk slowly, complaining of passion
And lean on our loved ones, the vestiges of love

14. Be not amazed that I lived after they left
For they are my soul and they have settled in my heart

15. With rents Al-'Is tore its mantle
And two thousand, Najd turned away from its mounts

16. While we are at the foot of the two eminences, protecting
Flames, wrapping light upon light

17. To each one whose sight is fading
As if the places of activity have shunned him

18. Letters roam the plains, valleys and dunes
Like letters with consistent declension

19. She-camels strike the pebbles every night
As if their hands hold lanterns for the caravan

20. As if the stars of night stretched our path
Reaching with them the hands of Ghurayyir, gray-haired

21. As if the meteors of religion, when we traveled by them
To it the steeds change remoteness into nearness

22. The young flames bow down
Bearing the great portion of the meteors

23. When the meteors of religion visit our mounts
Then say, in the joyous journey, to the fresh sweet waters

24. To a king generous, abundant his bounty
Does the hopeful seek other than a generous king?

25. Swift to bestow abundant gifts, his mark
And the trace of the sword expresses the perfection of striking

26. He makes the bitter taste of time pass
And the trace of the sword expresses the perfection of striking

27. The consequences of what his glance brings about
Its traces more lasting than rod and staff

28. He is the son of the leader of religion and exemplar
Placing the ease of sovereignty in the place of burdens

29. He rules the subjects with death and demise
And invades the enemies with regiments and books

30. No father and son are more eminent, exalted
Than these two, whether people are in peace or war

31. They excuse this world for every delinquent
Without them, sins would not be forgiven

32. So may they always together rule the kingdom, not declining
While the preacher declaims sermons from the pulpit

33. This is an era whose best people are you
And its worst, if counted, are dust to dust