1. She is the youthfulness of a gentle breeze concealing
The passion folded my insides into yearning

2. And the sorrow like the sparks of fire kindling
A heart gripped by the shedding of weeping eyes overflowing

3. I offered him a glance of remembrance so he awoke
A longing openly expressed by the agony of sadness

4. So he yearned as passion spread over him like
The nomads yearned from Najd to the homeland

5. Their tears flowed when the memory crossed their minds
The draft of sadness passing the pearl of the grieving

6. So neither did desire incline my eye though it winked
Nor did slumber spread its wing over it

7. Graceful, putting to shame the tender boughs through grace
Lovely, mocking the gazelles through loveliness

8. When she walked, playfulness tripped through her limbs
As the breezes blow upon the branch

9. And if a lightning bolt shot forth from her land, an eye blinked
Diminishing its lid from the radiance

10. And I entreat when the east wind's breeze blows
The talk of Nu'man and news of the embrace

11. And I detain the caravan, O Thamiyah, if
A cloud flashes and verdure rustles in the valleys

12. On couches they dye the litter blood
Nearly touching the earth’s surface beneath the canopies

13. If my eyes betray your secret, passion clings
To a heart entrusted with secrets

14. I please you while the snakes are in anger
Spreading the enmity of a festering and swollen one

15. I don't care about others since
My palms held the tubes of beekeeping

16. I only seek honor from her tongues
As death descends and souls are in the throes of death

17. And I don the rags that bare for me her attributes
From the betrayals, cautious of the closest companion

18. And I shake my hands of money if outstretched
They return rejecting it in disdain

19. I have no craving for pleasures if attributed
Not connected to the blessings of good fortune

20. I boast to bear favors that befall their obtainer
On shoulders not burdened by obligation

21. And they pasture on the meadows of custom blithely
These virtues, not weaned calves from milk

22. They take refuge in its plains whose surface
Repels the evils of a rough side

23. When wishes descended dejectedly in its field
They played joyfully between water and fresh herbage

24. I call you O son of Ali as calamities turn
Encircling me and the daughters of time in an epoch

25. How many stands like the strikes of swords I took
With the spear wrapped up in it on the curved part

26. And praise that roamed astray in the land
Guided by the rhyming of its verses to Yemen

27. So look upon me with the eye of a vigilant critic
That draws to you with the claws of an astute poet

28. Not everyone who recited poetry about you honed it
And not all speech is eloquent from the tongue

29. If you wipe the foreheads of horses racing
Then in my hands is the rein of the prancing stud

30. Virtues do not accept that the likes of you
I seek solace in and take support against fate