1. He turns his eyes away from rosy cheeks,
And pays no heed to twisting locks.

2. He finds consent in censure,
And gives support to those who blame.

3. Passion has led him to longing, keen,
That sets alight a smouldering fire.

4. And passion be so cruel, it sets him wandering
In the track of one who turned away.

5. Above my family, white clouds gather
In days so dark they turned to black.

6. And gazelles who in modesty wear veils
To guard the beauty of their tender youth.

7. When she moves it's as if her shirt
Were stroking thighs and swaying hips.

8. Those days, if they oppose, will humble
Every stubborn tyrant, every fool.

9. The days sleep with events awake
And far away the traveller's sorrow.

10. And many a fugitive has come to me
Like lengthening shadows, fugitives.

11. Would one who fears calamity love one
Whose heart and words are iron steel,

12. If I can't find shelter with Fahd's son,
I'll find no refuge, none that will not yield.

13. When they come visiting that house of his,
Their dwellings are the threshold where they crowd.

14. I came there frightened, my flesh creeping,
And left downcast, my branch shaking.

15. Live for glory and keep promises
Of gain, while paying no regard to threats.