1. When we pass by the valley of Al-Wae'sa, we greet its meadows,
And spill tears like maidens on its slopes,

2. And spread greetings in those meadows,
With ribs exposed to affliction.

3. We stop the companions until we can see,
The shy gazelles in the valley wander.

4. When the drinker sings his praises,
His cup overflows and he joyfully sings.

5. My time in Al-Udhayb was clear to me,
As was my valley there, sweet and pure water.

6. Consolation for the grieving, its water
Flowing through those vineyards.

7. Still I cry for the home of my tribe,
The sands of Zaroud, An-Naqa, and the hills,

8. In the evening I hide my love, my eyes
Shed tears like the clouds pouring in the valley.

9. I moan with the grief of the bereaved women,
My tears of loss flow copiously.

10. If only the stable mounts could hear my longing,
It would make even mountains fall.

11. If not for Ibn Ar-Rida answering my distress,
I would not have been pleased with my life.

12. A brother of Azma, meaning the sword for the like of it,
With a leap that brings down the fierce lions.

13. If not for people's complaints being an excuse,
I would swear none would remain complaining.

14. He is the sea roaring, the moon shining,
The rain pouring, the lion prowling.

15. He whose sword, if brandished,
Would make the Persian skulls in Yemen roll.

16. One day he comes near glory,
Another day he distances himself from glory.

17. He continues to reward or punish,
Never ceasing to suffice or reciprocate.

18. I am content with the sincerity of servitude,
Angering rivals and enemies.

19. The eye of contentment overlooks every flaw,
As the eye of discontent exposes faults.

20. My only flaw is that none but you
Has ever held my reins in this world.