1. She wanted Iraq as her neighbor, but lacked the patience
So she went rousing the sand dunes

2. Like an ostrich calling out in its final moments
As its caravan was passing by

3. The spacious plains seethe with anger
And nothing illuminates the night except meteorites

4. My she-camels did not know how to flee from this abode
Otherwise my riders would not have seen such abjection from me

5. The morals of the determined son of Azm had shrunk
Fearless of destinies however grave they be

6. He holds back the bitterness of speech from the foolish one
And shows utmost nobility to the enemy

7. If Baghdad denied my rights out of haughtiness
The morning light does not remain obscured nor dawn hidden

8. I left its refined people heedless
My poetry a hidden secret they try to decipher

9. When my words fly to what I desire
Their words stumble right behind me

10. The fluttering wings rain dew as they leave
Sprinkling fresh beams unable to keep up

11. My poetry is but an amusement
Showing me the furthest my ambitions can reach

12. My wings are too narrow for the ideas of glory
So I deposit my fervor and love in verse

13. A flock graceful as the oryx
From vulgarity they glance modestly at me

14. If they pretend by night to hide their beauty
I hear the tinkling of anklets approaching me by morning

15. Revealing charm whilst hiding the gray
Concealing the genius in me still living

16. The youthful vigor diminishes with no loss of gentleness
When it touches what's between the houses amiably

17. Suns of faces behind transparent veils
Lessening the barrenness of the desolate nights

18. They were merry and the goblets of wine bubbled
Repeating the joys of the carefree days of youth

19. So I turned away lest I secretly covet that rapture
And lowered my gaze so as not to change what is glorious

20. My people insulted me as dogs so their swords
Met the necks and napes of the enemies

21. They quenched the thirst of the prophet five times so they returned
Their swords soaked with blood from the necks

22. The chiefs of Bakr bin Wael did not incline
Towards peace until they welcomed it generously

23. I have a day if I narrated its story
It would wipe away the dust of ancient ruins

24. When the white hills smile with its sunlight
It returns the gazelles to it bloody and weeping

25. If the horses trip him, he quickly fills up the gaps
A stalwart who returns dawn with his galloping

26. The crowned heads wish they'd wake up one day
Disheveled or enslaved maidens

27. I cast him into the abyss of death inflamed
Seeing everything as fleeting except life

28. I ignited the fires of war onto his sides
Until his corpse was feed for the vultures

29. As for you seeing me restrain my swords
And feeling frugal like the ascetic

30. The healers of wounds are amazed at my thirst
As I return the humiliated fathers dignified

31. I treat one wearied by life, dejected
Distant from sorrow, making the doctor's work futile

32. When parting draws near and time passes him by
Retreating from the night of promises regretfully

33. The coolness of the morning breeze is to me a dried up autumn leaf
And the days of time are like wishful thinking to me

34. The bird flocks do not gather peeled berries
Lamenting the heat of separation woefully

35. The echo nearly flies to each rose
Calling them with melody if only the ears would listen

36. Proof of my passion for poetry are the gazelles
Who came like planks of wood completely compliant

37. Longing for a neighbor, meadow, and spring
And whatever delights one could wish for

38. One night their flirtations did not cease
For them or their equals for a moment

39. When the vast plains grow narrow with yearning
They split the breeze or listen to the guide

40. But when he inclined to the heights he did not find
Traveling the valleys back to him easy

41. No rain shower hides its wetness in the sand
Like beads of pearls hidden from sight

42. Cursed, fearful, as if his isolation
Is the foam of a raging sea overflowing

43. He moans weakly, not daring to visit them
Timid and not reaching out to their hands

44. The deadly sands avoid him in fear
And the blowing wind passes him by

45. When the mirage of the dunes stands firm
It bids farewell to the faded and vanished

46. With his sharp spears he strikes his foe
When the pieces of armor clank atop the mounts

47. With hands that remain audacious
Fighting events and wielding hands

48. The citadels know him as if they
Were bitten by touching the smooth snakes

49. Their treasuries are at the hands of the barefoot
For they saw them throughout time protecting