1. My darling scolded me today, be gentle with me
Spare me your blame and do not exaggerate my guilt

2. Leave me alone for now, my money is enough for me
Soon I shall be unable to lavish or to hoard

3. When they have placed upon my tomb crumbling ruins
And my she-camel turns away, the luggage piled on her back

4. Every generous woman shall weep for one distressed
Her clothing rent for a beloved now lost forevermore

5. Her face stained with tears as if neither boy nor elder
Had died before me, leaving her behind, bereft

6. In what my feet have built with their nails
Lofty at top and broad below I take my final rest

7. I cannot look on that which lies ahead
Nor can I discover what destiny has in store

8. My wealth they share amongst themselves and my wives
Have taken others in the place of me, to find their joy

9. To a husband other than Akhtal, Wail's son, she turns
Bemoaning, darkening her eyes with kohl

10. My darling, when the Master calls the soul obeys
So spare me now, for my wealth cannot defeat mortality

11. Nor can the niggard soul elude death with its gold
So know me only to jest, the open-handed cannot die

12. Alas, how many fear for their people's sake
But death's blow strikes them swifter still

13. And oh how often one walks on, hoped for still
Yet meets his end before returning, by some chance

14. You recall fate's endless changes, recall then my love
For I have left her truly, and her loss has slain me

15. Her radiance stunned me when off-guard was I
And I knew not that I had strayed beyond propriety's rule

16. I saw a face whose brilliance stunned and shocked me
A glance so dark it rendered me quite senseless

17. A soft cheek on which no down has yet appeared
Adorned with a beauty-spot next the braids upon her neck

18. She who launched no arrow to pierce my heart
Who strung no bow, prepared no shafts to aim

19. A fawn she passed me by one morn, neither short nor tall
Shaking the twin necklaces at her throat as she walked on

20. Then spare me with that which cures the sick and free
A captive, though no crime he wrought, now bound in chains

21. Of noble Taqb I am the farthest-reaching scion
My line the longest, my roots the most secure

22. I am Jushamiy, my dwelling broad and lofty
Where one distressed resides, jesting though troubled he

23. My uncle is the noble Amr ibn Malik
And Tha'laba al-Muwali in Manzurah has yet more virtue

24. The valleys of Taqb know full well I am still fresh
Neither blighted nor bearing wicked fruit upon my branch

25. Never have I neglected to heal her wounds
Nor ceased to be Taqb’s champion and hero undefeated