1. Beyond grayness, my passion declines not,
For your love, O moon's brother, the perfect crescent,

2. The night rain has watered you, O friend,
While the clouds gently pitter-patter,

3. The caravan lingered in Mina's darkness,
Like arrows pointing to the four directions,

4. The bow bitterly twists until it breaks,
With no lasting glory from its bending,

5. I say to it: Loosen your lawful blood!
At daybreak, O camel, in the sacred land,

6. And the spear did not stop stabbing
Until the strap replaced the nose rope,

7. `Amr shouts behind it with a whip
Like a howling wolf in the barren valley,

8. The dusty-haired driver recognized though masked,
Peering from the porch of ripe fruits,

9. Returning to even thicker darkness,
A brother whose blow separates and expands

10. That which was constricted by the crowdedness,
My friend, seek to correct my life's corruption,

11. And the covenant, which suffices the protector,
For who do I have, while wishes are liars,

12. With a truthful stingy one among the people?
By your life, recite for me poetry from Najd,

13. By one who has dwelled in those meadows,
Adorned with cranes in the neighborhood of white,

14. Who struck its sands with red tents,
With pure maidens in yellow litters

15. Like ostrich eggs over the sand hills,
Who danced at the lightning that passed by them

16. Of purer complexion than wine,
I mixed in the cup of remembering them a draught

17. That cracked my flask and broke my cup,
If a dear one passes by Salma’s neighborhood,

18. Reach her with my greeting, O people of peace!
Is there an ominous one who forsakes mounts

19. To be cursed by her lighting-like glance?
Wondrous is she whose lips both weep and smile

20. Through scintillating, large-eyed gazelles,
Mellowing breeze over meadows

21. Of sweet, pure water on the watering places,
She struck with every pliant, silent grace,

22. And a startled oryx turned back alarmed,
The reddest roe, pure of color, ran

23. Contracted of belly, breathing heavily,
Maybe I will attain, with my true determination,

24. A lofty rank or the danger of ardency,
As for despairing of hope or otherwise,

25. I have reached, with it, my life’s purpose,
To lethal poison my passion flowed,

26. The brother of Death, ruinous lethal poison,
So here I am, running heedlessly,

27. Who can restrain my rein or my heedlessness?
Since I have left rationality behind me,

28. I am not safeguarded glory before me,
And if I do not appoint nobly with my zeal,

29. Who will rise to the highest ranks?
And who will cross swords with it boldly in battle?

30. Who will heal the chronic, festering disease?