1. The Numan anemones boasted of Numan
They bent the feet of the affectionate lightning

2. O meadow, the spring has bloomed its flowers
With gentle sandalwood trees and winding rivers

3. The clouds opened their veils with rain droplets
Revealing narcissus and toothbrush trees

4. A Najdi doe frolicked early in that meadow
Whose soul was redolent with the scent of incense

5. And a delicate Ghawri girl danced at dawn
Swaying coquettishly like a writhing snake

6. Skillfully performing rounds of allurement
Twisting and turning like twisted branches

7. His face dispels the darkness as though
The moon in the sky and his face are equal

8. O would that he sees me with glances
Sweet of look, once passed through Al-Hilwān

9. The tips of his fingers are dyed with grape juice
I almost bit off a fingertip while kissing

10. How many a lofty palace tall in the horizon
Where beasts stable their feet

11. With long hanging mustaches like howling wolves
Or gray wolves in the dens

12. I went on cutting through it all
Until I tied his reins with mine

13. By God I envy the dress of a Mughlis
Next to a lightning flash enamored with Aswan

14. Insistent in journeying asking about my love
Where is the caravan coming from Osfan

15. Won’t you rest the stallion, they are his equal
A snow-white colonnade of the tribe of Adnan

16. Where pure white wishes are dreaming
Of the vestige of white wishes

17. So I praise the days though before
I was not one to praise times

18. If they did evil I have forgiven their sins
For the great good they have brought

19. One day a charming moon shone
Radiant with the joy of a charming youth

20. O son of the eminent Hashimites
Of shining visages and sparkling crowns

21. And those who light fires around their abodes
With moist kindling wood for the confused

22. Despite my unwillingness if my inner feelings
Stay burning in your feverish night

23. I wish I could have spared you their heat
With my ribs and burning heart

24. How did I climb the ascent to reach you
And arrive at the sky's zenith from the low earth

25. I grew accustomed to lofty company so I clung
As souls cling to bodies

26. Until I tore away a piece of its intimacy
Replacing it with the coolness of greetings

27. And if I rose up in deception of yearnings
Or time kept me from you

28. I still harbored intentions and remained
An adversary of misfortunes at times of wishes