1. By the one who was denied access to his grave
Though I implored the clouds for rain on his abode

2. I left it as barely habitable ruins, yet it seems
As if I see his bracelet flung in the sandy hollow

3. The winds never ceased blowing upon it sickly
While the torrents gave it life with their downpour

4. I stopped at it, a youthful lover, whose passion
Makes the does twist their slender bodies in anguish

5. And a smooth-cheeked youth blames me, upholding
His virtue, while the red streak adorns his cheek

6. Claiming that love is shameful for the youth
Do they not know that I have accepted its shame?

7. As if, the morning after separation's shock
I am laid low by the cupbearer's hand, drunk on wine

8. A crested francolin then called, its cry distressing me
Flapping the wings of a flock taking flight

9. With a terrorized sandgrouse that sips the mixture
Of the lion and the panther's watering hole

10. I detained the freely wandering camel herd
By the valley's bend, the pools their evening waters

11. And I blame the people of Kinanah who camped
Where the crying of children complained of the heat

12. The plateau fills the horizon with sand dunes
That wrap around the gardens with their fresh foliage

13. Delighting them that spring has shaded it
And the dog days have dragged their robes

14. Beneath my tent peg lies a keen drawn sword
With ants crawling over it above the embers

15. How excellent are the meadows with the stallions
Watered in the valley basin of his abode

16. By the Lord of the place, if only my property grows
So my slave girl can have firewood for her hearth

17. I am not like one who lifts his gaze to villainy
Or rides his finely built horse without his quiver

18. Indeed, Jassas ibn Murrah prevailed over Wail
By killing Kulayb, not regarding his neighbor

19. I swore by the Braid constellation, it was as if
I harnessed the train of the wind inside my quiver

20. At the top of his cheek shines a redness
It is the dawn that split the darkness of its gloom

21. And the virgins' hands strike him with their wine skins
If the guard awaits the thickening of its sediment

22. With me the ostrich gets rough, biting its throat
To the horn of each malicious slanderer

23. Beneath thebranched acacias, the young oryx females cry out
Under a blow that sends the wild beasts flying off

24. And a disheveled man clad in white keeps them off
Casting off the burdens of his revenge

25. I will ride the night until I subdue it
When the meteors collide on the day of his pride

26. When worries fade and love is relaxed
Opinions recover in the shade of his dignity

27. And I blame whoever contends with him
It is as if he intends to match his pace in shackles

28. And how can he be matched in generosity, Magid
Whenever the delegation of winds contend with him

29. Kahlan ibn Zayd and Ḥimyar deferred to him
So his glory settled in its place

30. To you we forbade, O ‘Adiyy ibn Muharib
We guaranteed and joined his night with its day

31. He meets with the towering domes and bends over
His bags full of fresh foliage

32. When the grey headed year cast its torrents
You sufficed, O father of children, his tempestuous year

33. And a flash flood from ‘Ulyaa Umayyah visited you
Shaking its foliage for its banishment

34. Were it not for you, I would not grope the night's gloom
After Kumayr the full moon returned to its bed

35. And many a distant bride I seized for him
And one fleeting in the wasteland I captured in her tent

36. So she came to you exhausted, her knee-joints knocking
Having left the liverwort, her mouth bitter