1. I have found enough suffering from you, O Possessor of beauty,
From you comes the illness of my heart, and in you lies the cure,

2. And I saw your love does not last for a lover,
And I saw your people do not keep faith with those faithful.

3. They made the horses over your traces a canopy,
As though the horses were ostriches and the iron shod with sharpness,

4. Why should I and why should you - my tears are still
Clouds over the ruins of your abode, and will not cease,

5. The doe of your neck is more delicate, and her love
As though she were adorned with colocynths hung in clusters,

6. You knew the boughs of musk when you dwelt near them,
The hot wind and the bough looking gracefully bent.

7. If I am ignorant and deny my friends,
Then ask the gazelles and the fleeing oryxes.

8. If I crossed the deserts with them, and how often
I subdued their mad courses they will not be subdued,

9. And when a fleet ostrich passes at morn, and a fleet
Wild cow, arrows have I aimed at the time of a fertile year,

10. And in the right-hand of the sand hills is a palace
Its courtyard is as one who has kissed the Black Stone and Safa,

11. I charged him to meet the horses, if they came,
Disheveled, and plunge among the terrified ostriches,

12. And when the horses come we repel them,
And when the guests come in thousands, receive them,

13. And he may proceed peaceably and submissively,
And again he may proceed armed and defiant.