1. The arrows of the languid glances have triumphed,
And struck the core of our hearts with piercing flames,

2. They continued fighting with arrows for the fighter,
Singing without instruments or cymbals.

3. The darkness of night spread when it inclined to
Keep pacts and strove to maintain them,

4. The gazelles of intimacy whose hunting is forbidden
Graze between al-Safa and al-'Ukaz.

5. They became emaciated so my tears flowed after them
And I delayed in that abode in my bedding.

6. My palms were cracked by the severity of my clapping
And my tears furrowed my cheek continuously.

7. The friend thought that after them I would attempt
To settle down while he kept me vigilant with his justice.

8. It is injustice if I do not confess
And live among them and their breaths.

9. The bird feels pain if the captivity pains it
So it urges its destiny away from the cages.

10. The darkness of night in the darkness has horrors,
Fears surround it, keeping me awake.

11. It became disheveled so captivity took its toll on it
And it cooed from the prolonged touching of their cages.

12. The herders' staffs urge them so when they bleat
They perish by the scolding of the rough herders.

13. Their clamor is the pain of travel and their falling
Into the hands of herders on the trip is agony.

14. Our souls remained grazing on the fertile pasture
Suffering with a gruff driver.

15. We shared with them the horrors of captivity
And spent the night pained and languishing.

16. Yearning that leads our souls to the beloved
And to the son who reached the essence of eloquence.

17. A shady shade for the weak, its pearls
Make you forget the gems of bracelets.

18. Modesty showed through his face so you see in it
Good news of joy and awe of the angry.

19.
His manners were gentle and he protected his money

20. Yet he wasted it against the will of the guards.
A victory with which he repelled the enemies angrily

21. Since they knew who was my protector.
The darkness of pulling the unjust with a sword

22. That addressed the harsh with harshness.
Its ignorance spread when it came to preach to people

23. That heads are platforms for preachers.
Thirsty for the valley of blood, its concern

24. On the day of frenzy is the scattering of skulls.
His forgiveness longed so his encampments became

25. Without entertainment, having banners.
My beautiful thoughts of you, O you who has come

26. To long for its blessings, my glances.
They won your shade, O king, for with

27. Your friendship, they won the best protector.
The lakes of your land vie with the sky