1. Ask about my heart before the departure of the caravans
For it was lost to me amidst those playgrounds

2. A girl whose glance had the power of a warrior's attack was jealous of it and captivated it
So do not stop asking her for perhaps

3. She may return it or come with a promise close enough
And how can she hide it when its moaning

4. Guides one to it from every side
O cypresses of the tribe why did you not respond

5. To the call of a youth closely related to you
If you do not support me though you are my people

6. Then leave me be for I am not going anywhere
Should my heart be lost to trickery and then I do not see

7. Amongst you one who is enraged or making claims
When a man does not defend his brother himself

8. At every hated thing then he is no true companion
So do not blame me if I tarry behind you

9. For I do not desire to leave the abode of my heart
For there lies a flank whose guest is not cautioned

10. Against the fires were it not for the eyes of the flirtatious
When the glance travels bound to the wrist of a coquette

11. It stumbles between the battles and the tilting grounds
And between the highlands in the tents, young ladies

12. With reddened cheeks and white veils
When they lift up their veils, they show us

13. Beauties that invite every monk to sin
They came with bright, radiant faces like planets

14. So by the one who saw the circuit of planets on earth!
And they cast glances whereby they deafened souls

15. With no hesitation save the recklessness of a player
So many are slain in the snares of a wink!

16. And many are captive in the fetters of tresses!
By your life! However spacious earth may be

17. The gazelles of this tribe are fit excuses for a lover
So do not seek beauty in other than its rightful place

18. For the most wondrous on earth is the beauty of nomads
They are the landmarks who accustomed my heart to passion

19. And they betrayed my expectations with lying coquettes
And they brought me bliss until, when they left me

20. A brother, sick, they delivered me to tribulations
And I would not, were it not for them, meet the morning breeze

21. And ask about the people of the valley every rider
And the Nile would not have increased were it not for me

22. Standing by it weeping the loss of loved ones
So my friend is there any emancipation for one fallen

23. Captive to passion? Or any salvation for the panic-stricken?
I submitted to the judgements of passion after pride

24. And I would not, were it not for love, have yielded to forces
We are people whose souls do not fear

25. Meeting enemies or clashing with battalions
We drive back every raiding party

26. And we are powerless against the arrows of roving glances
If this love were a warring person

27. I would have drowned him in the expanse of my flank
But he is the adversary whom proud necks submitted to

28. The necks of people who subdued every victor
So let not people think my words mere jest

29. For passion is an ocean full of wonders
When a man does not manage matters with his knowledge

30. He falters amidst the differing creeds