1. An ailment was allowed in my heart, against which
I was powerless, with gazing at the unemployed women.

2. She flows down my tears while she is protected,
And I allow her the love while she is unruly.

3. Vast oceans that take away life and its concerns
When the clouds unload the isolated rain.

4. Were it not for you, O you of the two veils,
My tears would not have adorned you.

5. And I lowered my eyes from their desires, so I did not
Appear to them as annoying and frolicking.

6. But I appeased waywardness in love,
And I carry in it what my misguidance reaped.

7. The cheeks of your face are white, beautiful,
Flourishing with freshness and beauty.

8. They appeared as full moons in dark tresses,
And touched branches in the interior of the sands.

9. I see the gazes of the young men stumbling over them
At the edges of the short palm trees or mountain peaks.

10. They offered me union but my heart as a whole
Is yours, so how can I seek my union?

11. And they are beautiful, except you turn
Your glances, so my slippers slipped because of them.

12. Were it not for you, I would not have sold Iraq and its people
With the valley of protection and al-Mandali in neglect.

13. So what is with the jealous women of the tribe
Whose remoteness blamed me? What is their business and mine?

14. And if my right hand contradicted me in pursuing love
I would not join it with my left hand.

15. And in you are repellents of coquetry, which I think
Are to me as the informant described the repellents of tedium.

16. I sufficed with an imagination of you visiting me,
And which imagination finds its way to another imagination?

17. So do not deny my walking to you over the sands
On she-camels that are not shod except with shadows.

18. When scolded, the slight sounds of their anklets,
And fatigue has touched them having reins.

19. And my adventuring to you at night, I ride its dangers,
And even if the journey is far, I do not care.

20. And do not accept the words of the blamer, so you regret
When the slanderers cut you off from my ropes.

21. Ask the son of Nizar about my ancestors, after
You heard of my heroism when I brandished my swords.

22. Did the book of lineage contain the like of my paternal uncle
O Umaim and my maternal uncle?

23. So is the warrior with the soft lips my spear when it calls
My swordsmen overrun the battlefields with descent?

24. So do not oblige me with the guilt of a time that accuses me
With the coarseness of days, the tenderness of my state.

25. And the passion walks between my lofty determination
That blames a time in which my scope is narrowed.

26. And when his daughters are feared among his sons
The hearts of women in the bodies of men.

27. And do not deny the lack that I complain of
Which I knew the calamities from past nights.

28. So the fine sand dunes of the Kufan land,
Blessed, do not destroy the chests of my camels.

29. Its protectors are a young Umayyad tribe
With broadly spread excellent casts.

30. And every bending of the two blades is well-groomed
As if needles were mounted on its curves.

31. They hit with their arrows as the wind is still
On the humps of the ostrich of abundant thinness.

32. So the kinsfolk of Quraysh did not watch over the rights of kinship or fear
My blame, nor was my mind upset by that.

33. And the most generous dwelling place honored it among settlements
Were the clan of Khalaf until I descended my departures.

34. And they succeeded in winning my praise when I attained their love
So I did not after it incline towards anyone's gift.

35. They are horsemen from the sons of Bahram Zadah
With whom wars are kindled after term.

36. They terrify towards escape as if their faces
Were the chests of swords forged with polishing.

37. So I accompanied every brave one who harbored glory
With a soft-lipped one having disputing generosity.

38. He was guided in life when he gave generously and the lion when it pounced
On the spear in an attack and assault.

39. He sees with the swords of Al-Za'abiya like a planet
So he thrusts until he bends like a crescent.

40. And he does not transcend a killing, as if he
When thrusting lives towards it with sacrificing.

41. He watched over the sanctities of glory in honoring me
When my determination to travel became firm.

42. And he was certain that I do not seek refuge in a miser
Who wastes honor in guarding money.

43. And I was light shoulder so I forced them
To favors I collared with burdens.

44. And I gained freshness that exemplary status was not its concern
And gained praise that my exemplary status did not taint.

45. So I gave thanks to him after his request
And he gave me the customary gift before my request.