1. In Urwa the chaste I have an exemplar should I die,
And Amr son of Ajlan whom Hind had slain,

2. And my like ending would be theirs, save that unto me
The term allotted is not come as yet, ah no!

3. Is love then other than one tear pursuing yet another tear
And heart-hot passion which no cooling can allay?

4. A flood of tears is mine at night whenas I call to mind
Some camp, some dwelling place of yours that doth display.