1. With my love, if I had control of my reins
I would have turned away from the passions of desire and been rightly guided,

2. My tears flowed abundantly when sorrows aimed their arrows at you,
And then they continued to flow after them.

3. I stay while my lot is to be separated from me,
And I depart while yearning - that dissuader - is my provision.

4. So the predawn shower does not cease blowing
Towards the direction of the gentle, fragrant breeze.

5. If lightning startles it, it rests for a while
Near the scent of a lovely, walking companion.

6. And if the era of youth does not promise to return
It remains there without the time of youth promising to come back.

7. And another comes close, keeping me company when I am alone,
So my nearness to her and distance are equal.

8. And she wonders at the avarice of the rhymed prose and its lack of experience
Upon a cheek that has no grazer to pierce it.

9. And my fatigue is only to renew vigor,
And my sleeplessness is only to prolong my rest.

10. Divert me to the docile, guided she-camel, she will
Take the reins from the hands of misfortunes to guide me.

11. And every young man who has helped me is my companion,
And every land that has thrived is my land.

12. And I swear by the exciting darkness that came dispelling fatigue
Like the greeting of a longing one and the moan of one in pain.

13. The loss of the pleasure of spring made me sorrowful
And took away my livelihood and the softness of my resting place.

14. And the hands of traveling loaded me down, and often
My bedding and pillow were folded up beside them.

15. If I try the prince, then surely
I try to attain my paradise and supplies from him.

16. I put on my loincloth when Ali bin Abdullah
Honored it by returning it to become my loincloth.

17. I boast when the hand of fate extends its palm
With white swords or with white hands.

18. Spring lavishes its wealth without limit
And glory with him has no end.

19. When kindness mingles with good tidings,
Praise mingles with affection towards him.

20. He threw at every caller from the tribe and clan
With a speech that courting women stir up.

21. With a coat of mail that sets clanging the armor
As if white swords were tearing the garb of mourning.

22. And white swords whose water sparkles if they shake,
While they gently prod the souls of the seekers.

23. And every frightening roaring warrior
Who terrifies the timid even in the sole stream of a valley.

24. Assisted at nightfall by the squadrons as if
Near an enclosure while the hunting gear was set up for shooting.

25. And the open space of battle aids him if
The refuge of the daring clothes itself in triumph.

26. He spends the night while the sharp edge of the sword spends it with him,
And the eyelid of sleep spends it clutching wakefulness.

27. He makes the breaths of the enemy ascend if
Destinies fold back to him amidst attacks and charges.

28. Before a Khamis who veils horizons with the spear
And fills all corners of earth with steeds.

29. Whoever returns with hidden cunning,
Returns in desperation, misfortune openly touching him.

30. I will teach myself benevolence while knowing
That the land of Taghlib is my land.

31. Through you she swaggers in every hearing
And crosses the mind of every heart.

32. She loved you with the basil of speech, and so
She is generous with its fragrance to every gallant one.

33. With something sweeter than the scent of slumber for one who keeps vigil
And more luscious than the spittle of the beloved for one who meets misfortune.