1. The pangs of love I hide and disclose
And tears reveal my secrets though I fold them

2. A burning like a spearhead he quenches
My endurance, and the flames of yearning he kindles

3. The doe of Kinaana came down the slope of Kazima
In the morning, wandering in the living valley

4. So I don’t know if it’s from tears that I shed
Or from her smile what’s in its loftiness

5. I remembered in the sand dunes the cronies of her hospitality
While the eye frolics shedding tears in its songs

6. Until the mother of coquetry is perfumed
On the sides that graze in its pastures

7. A house on the moans of agony, pouring down
The wind kills it and the rain gives it life

8. I greeted it while the eyelids were flooded
With tears that poured in it their tribulations

9. And for the house came from me a pouring tear
And a sobbing that remained in me concealing it

10. For I spent in it days fresh and thriving
Sufficing over the sublime the nights in their infinity

11. Eras I risk in my infatuation, ardently in love
With a glance that captivates the beautiful, alluring her

12. So the night of my youth that I was familiar with emerged
When dawned the grayness of my old age in its outskirts

13. O plateau’s expanse, the alive watered you abundantly
From a cloud that poured habitually its showers

14. We visited you and the shadow was insipid so we were disappointed
And none relaxed in your company to guide them

15. And the theater of the dusky doe is laden
If the meadow had a shepherd herding it

16. I wish I could distract her from it while she winks at me
And the white orbs quiver in their sockets

17. The bridle of the excellent steed ignore the driving
That waters with it the camels of Al-Absi their waterer

18. For thoroughbreds carried you not blaming them
Until you see the brown red in its athletics

19. As if their ears the calamus flows
With what the sword informed about in its channels

20. From it wishes and consent so the chosen ones saw
Their livelihood with the terms of time in it

21. With a palm not aspired to its peak
The tails of comets in its highest orbit

22. He walks slowly the motifs of glory accustomed his zeal
Casting over the farthest extent its milestones

23. Of evenly proportioned figure as if the arcs of the bow flowing
In help from blood of game to water it

24. The days and eras flourish beautified by it
Swaying in its shadow their sides bending over

25. And a band his hearing was filled with speech
I originated it in them and liberally granted it

26. I made them follow my footsteps when I surpassed them in merit
With ease wearing success and its wellbeing

27. So he was collared with sword on the day of commotion its stamp
And was given bow when shooting its hurler

28. I see the dimwits of my time tried my ranks
And for the stars brooches over their orbits

29. And for the hawks a range eagles do not rise up
To it strange interlopers wandering their confusion

30. Had it not been for your efforts I would have wasted a rhyme
That would almost make perceptive ears recoil

31. When I attribute the poems to you, their rhythm fares well with me
And its rhymes pour out in you