1. فباتت همومُ الصَدرِ شتّى يَعُدنَهُ

    كما عيدَ شِلوٌ بالعَراءِ قَتيلُ

    So all night my manifold cares kept returning to my breast,

    as a slain corpse in the open waste is revisited.

  2. فَبَيناهُ يَشري رَحلَهُ قال قائِلٌ

    لِمَن جَمَلٌ رِخوُ المِلاطِ طَويلُ

    And while he was selling his saddle gear, someone said:

    “Whose camel is it—supple-flanked and tall,

  3. مُحلّى بأَطواقٍ عِتاقٍ كأنَّها

    بَقايا لُجَينٍ جَرسُهُنَّ صَليلُ

    adorned with fine old neck-rings, as though they were

    relics of silver, their chime a clear metallic ring?”