1. Her pact and the covenant are forgotten and remembered
On the sweet anguishes of grief they hide and appear

2. And the ruins of a house in Muhassab from Mina
I stood at it while Al-Arhaby was rumbling

3. I ask it while my eyes are thankfulness of crying
And they are slender landmarks covered

4. And I ask the ruins about the inhabitants Al-Hema
So neither tears cure me nor does the plain inform

5. It is as if Diyar Al-Aamiriya with twigs
Pages that the nights fold and unfold

6. Is there a moral that fulfills pacts their right
As pearls cascade down polished

7. And I have an affliction that does not rest crying
For the loss of loved ones my tears petrified

8. Did strangers know that for love of a brunette
I stay up at night and if it saddened him from the love of Salma I am biased

9. I see the judgment of passion though it is unjust
So why Sulayma and Ohaida betray

10. Does the sister of Oreib do me justice and I see
Her lover surpasses her dressing in velocity

11. Crescent-shaped glancing at me with affliction
On a carpet she often sobers and gets drunk

12. And she squints her eyelids for a youth in her
As the kohl encircled her hazel eyes

13. Brunette, how many a glance whose dusk
With tears overflowing bewildered

14. And I incline to you gently as if
Because of my frequent turning toward Yabrin I sculpt

15. I remembered you and the acacia bled its shade
And the terrains complain and roar

16. As if it and I, from travel and ancestry
Are a braid like the curl of two serpents intertwined

17. And had it not been for you, I would not have crossed the Straits of Tanuf
Like the chest of my father Al-Migwar and Oais embellished

18. And when the wine flows in the large vessels
My camel saddle jerks askew once loaded

19. And I travel on Oais like the crescent above it
Faces from moons more splendid and brighter

20. And I like the scent of moth and sometimes
I bridle with my nose ring for ambergris circulated

21. And it scratches my scabbard the surface of the ground
When its train adorned with gold is dragged

22. So life is nothing but chasing prey for the youth
And roses in the thorn bushes bitterer

23. Wherein one wraps the cords of his house
On glory while the piles of firewood kindled

24. And its sparks cover him when the villages darkened
And the bright star rises to it

25. As if I am the neighbor of the amir Mufarrij
So there is no life except what is green and lush

26. I set my chest to every highborn woman
Who has a glance in the direction of misfortunes green

27. So it dropped its journey’s bags and its back
Was honored with gratitude and ornate poetry

28. And its fires where the becamels' blood
Is shed and ignited by the broken firestone

29. And we visited a courtyard whose platforms
Were hymns recited or faces painted

30. And it protected the kingdom whose attainment
Is only by the tips of embellished spears

31. And the resin of curved wood is squeezed out and worn
When the tongues of the youths skirmished noisily

32. It behaved modestly when it found glory
To be the goal of ambition that makes kings dazzle

33. And the loss of power did not shake him, but he who
Encounters it by the bend of its horizon sees

34. So every hadith with gossip, its era
When wealth raised it, becomes arrogant

35. Your merit, glory, and highness invited me
And generosity and selected rank

36. And a blessing has included me, you are its lord
It is the meadow the beloved revived lush

37. And how many glorious I want to praise
But I avoid praising anyone but you

38. So every close friend in your honor takes refuge
And by your sword he becomes victorious and supported