1. It is the abode, so roam in its near traces
If going around a home consoles you

2. If your gaze misses its dwellers, then it is there
What fills the heart with longing and reminiscence

3. O Amr, no standing in the traces of a residence
Whose erased traces aroused your longing in it

4. You denied love there, then acknowledged it
And your acknowledgement is none but your flowing tears

5. The abode complains while no brother complains
Of love like an abode in destitution

6. How good a home at the foot of a hill
And a shelter of withered palm leaves and 'tishar'

7. And good a root where the tail of the breeze at night
Drags on a fragrant place to sleep

8. If I had forgotten a past time from its antiquity
I would have forgotten my perfumes and camels

9. Days in which a lion attacks unexpectedly
The physician of shyness in the raging forest

10. It pounces on me while every lone one
Allures me with amiability from inhabitant and neighbour

11. I do not glance except it falls
On shining suns and moons

12. How good living if I attained it
With youth and eternal time without treachery

13. Now, my soul has shunned its temptations
And the time has come after the arrival of old age to shorten myself

14. And life is divided between companions in their time
Between enjoyment and bitterness

15. O you at the meeting of the two coasts, if my winds blew at you
I have already apologized

16. Do not deny my leaving your homelands
A noble man does not remain patient of injustice

17. Nobles refuse injustice for me, and I have not
Gifted poems and verses that are gifted

18. I have set out at dawn with the honour of religion taking refuge
Indeed the generous are supporters against days

19. A kingdom, if its gifts are mentioned one day
Hope becomes richer through it after scarcity

20. It gives you generosity over stinginess you reckon
It compensated you from sharpness, gathering, and abundance

21. A gushing rain from generosity, filled with resolve
As if it is the sword between water and fire

22. The one who strikes the deep, blazing stab
Its striker bounces off it with recoil

23. It almost penetrates when he penetrates it
Were it not for the froth of pouring blood from its intensity

24. It meets the spears and the coats of mail, you reckon
There is no straying arrowheads in it and no swords

25. In his hand Mismaar's sword which brought misery
To the aspirations of kings in the days of Sinjar

26. The charger hopes for sustenance only from its blows
The horse of determination with fangs and claws

27. Good the climate for dishevelment, loss of possessions
Blinking vision, long journey

28. They do not complain to it of high prices in a year
In which the destitute and the reader complain

29. A cloud of generosity pouring on the hopeful
And a sea of generosity frothing on the satisfied

30. When it traveled from a house, it left for it
From industries the best effects

31. Like rain it left praised and left what
Satisfies you of fresh blossoms and lights

32. The treasures remain from the surpluses of its obtainer
As if they are betrayals after rain

33. He of victorious resolve, nothing makes him swerve
His opinions between deduction and enacting

34. Elevated to the prohibited nobility, his side
Asleep to the lineage free of shame

35. Entrusted in an immaculate side that comes to a kingdom
By him they were honored and every tyrant humiliated

36. Days a dog which between Jawsiya
And Gaza from farms and towns

37. It leads it by the resolve of flaming determination
Before it like the fangs of the flooding torrent

38. It shoots in every darkness with its eyes
From it to a planet with happy rising

39. Every heavy lance carrier sleeps
In the saddle of every light armor swift

40. Glory that appeared in Najd, its early parts
And the fresh torrent built it in the Levant

41. O son of the most honorable nobles, their glory has not ceased
Inclining with the scarcity of peers and onlookers

42. The preventers of fear on the next morn, their neighbour
And the keepers absent the sanctity of a neighbour

43. White pure, clouds when they give
Generosity, and they are not clouds when counted

44. Time does not accompany any but praise of them
And good accounts when they are mentioned

45. The clans of the living people of Yemen
When they rebelled against you, they transgressed

46. You became barren when their flood extended
And the lion is not feared without barrenness

47. They advanced so a rain whose drops I poured drowned them
Not every route takes horses of thick neck

48. They inclined so each of their onlookers
A stab that straightens each neighbour

49. Until when the first ended they did not benefit
From prohibition while rebellion in them is the worst blind passion

50. You unleashed it and defended the Levant believing
That only every harmful one benefits

51. Time has bent you times with others
So it remained winking a stick not submissive

52. And how often it refused the vengeance of people of grudge
And has never spent the night against a people avenging

53. If I visit your house longing, your glory leads me
Not every longing one is a visitor

54. The capable are not those who left
The duty of Hajj out of piety for the righteous

55. And I have come to you, so ready me for a time
In which the freeman does not drink but misfortune

56. The tyrant assigns the freemen, aiming for them
As if he is among them seeking strings

57. Thanks most hoarded treasure attained by it
So take your share of my assistance and early mornings

58. Of the rhymes which I have continued to store
The unsteadiness of the journey of departure and travel

59. Kindness, its beginning and end are
In the palm of every Yemeni, O son of Mismar

60. Do not quench me with other than the bounty of your hands, for none
Waters from the clouds except every pouring one

61. And I am not the first hopeful a hope has led
Many have attained from you the howdah camels