1. O sister of Mazin, I have no desire for lovemaking
So why the blame and why the rebuke and reproof?

2. You said be patient but patience is not suited for me
You said be steadfast but the home of steadfastness is aflame

3. Ask me not about my heart or my liver
For they are with the beloved who departed

4. I left them but my love for them remains
And the greatest misery is that which exhausts all means

5. They marched on never halting, they appeared never softening
They marched on never turning back, never swerving

6. O guide of my beloved's camels, cease your driving
For you know not who the camels have taken away

7. My pact with them and theirs was to meet at the valley's bend
Yet today they are like spears above which are turbans

8. They had no mercy for my groans rising up
Nor wept for my tears streaming down

9. O buyer of lightning, with eyelids awake
And clouds looming, and night descending

10. Stop by the ruined abode at Kadima
And say, “Good morning, O ruined abode!”

11. And if you pass the sands of Al Aqeeq in the morning
Then irrigate Al Aqeeq and those who camped there

12. If I were told, “Ask that you may be given what you wish,”
I would say, “Restore my early days to me,”

13. Or if I were told, “The loved ones and the seas are no more,”
I would say, “Let Suhayl cease shining upon them both.”

14. Son of processions, since he girded his loins,
And son of cavalcades in which are whites and piebalds

15. Fairer than a polished Indian blade
With which the chest of Thursday is adorned and burnished

16. As if he were an angel in the eyes or a possessed king
Or a sagacious counselor or a pouring rain

17. He builds of glory what the ancients
Used to build and does multiples of what they did

18. Wherever he marched, wealth is debased
And wherever he camped, burdens are endured

19. O son of beauties in Akk, no wonder
Where bees abound, honey is harvested

20. Do not wonder at my hovering over you, for I
Did not miss the road nor lose my way

21. For birds fall wherever love is scattered
And deer flock to every fresh verdant prairie

22. I have a rope of friendship with which I reached you
And no ropes can connect those who do not join

23. Before me raced steeds that had I challenged them
I would have won the bet, with my leather bucket at the ready

24. You need no goading to generosity
You are the steed, from you generosity is derived

25. These glorious deeds are no spider web
And this valiant one no Safwan or camel driver at Jamal

26. Do not regard yourself as Akk, O Abu Amr
For none but you is Akk, all else but mountains