1. My longing grew long for this separation
I wonder, will there ever be a reunion?

2. Whenever hope drew near, fate pushed it away
We are all left wandering and lost

3. The fire of that beloved life faded out
Woe to me! Not even embers remain

4. The mounts are now still of riders
And the neighing steeds

5. Thus is the nature of fate, nothing lasts
If only we lived in the days of the ancient 'Aad

6. Just as no good times last with fate
No bad times endure either

7. If only this era could see in us
What we saw in it, so it finds guidance in judging

8. The enemies did not strike us with arrows
Making us the target of envious eyes

9. O traveler, who came between hearts and minds
We never heard of a more desolate departure even among foes

10. Perhaps the injustice you faced surprised them
And made them wonder - will he ever return?

11. They knew you were but an envoy of the father
So they recoiled from their malice

12. The horizons narrowed without you
No place left for a camel to kneel in this land

13. As if the land was a body without a soul
Or an eyelid without kohl

14. O Kulayb, after you, a fire was lit
Melting even the stones of the living

15. And the people regained courage after you all
Every sword now as sharp as an Indian blade

16. You're peerless, but I do not
Give you the station of odd numbers

17. You were an epoch that built, your legacy
Does not make us need hosts or numbers

18. A gaze from you, even in dreams, inspires awe
Feared even in sweet slumber

19. The days did not diminish you
Except as old age diminishes the youthful knight

20. We sought to grasp your greatness in descriptions
Like a tower bound by stakes

21. What can they exaggerate when they cannot reach
Justice even after striving?

22. Among the generous, you are the crown jewel
Facing hardships, a boulder in the valley

23. In the meadow, you are the flower of spring
And the best part of all blossoms

24. People pride themselves on ancestors
But you are the pride of fathers and forefathers

25. One associated with you boasts though
He is but the son of one called Ziyad

26. You are the accomplished poet sung
In every verse people delight to chant

27. Poetry boasts glory through you so much
It would shy if you wrote it in ink

28. No praise fits you except that
Which befits no mortal among all God's creation

29. Every poem is a garment to the measure
Of the wearer, tailored by hands