1. يا هاجري ظلما على عمد

    خذ بيدي من لوعة الوجدِ

    O you who forsake me unjustly and deliberately,

    Take me by the hand out of love's burning anguish.

  2. أسرفت في حملي ثقل الهوى

    بقدر إسرافك في الصدِ

    You have gone too far in making me bear love's burden,

    In proportion to your excess in shunning me.

  3. هل تبدل الإيعاد وعدا وهل

    تديل بالقرب من البعدِ

    Will you replace threats with a promise, and will you

    Replace distance with nearness?

  4. لله أيامي التي أقلعت

    عني بإثلِ القاع من نجدِ

    How wondrous were those days of mine that slipped away

    From me by the plain's tamarisks in Najd,

  5. وللصباباتِ وعهد الصبا

    والفرط السالف مع هندِ

    And those ardent longings, and the time of youth,

    And the bygone days with Hind!

  6. ووقفة أجرع فيها الهوى

    عذبا بذاك الأجرع الفردِ

    And a halt where I drank in love,

    Sweet, upon that solitary sandy rise,

  7. مع كل خود إِن تثنت ثنت

    عزيمة المصطبر الجلدِ

    With every tender maiden who, if she swayed, bent

    The resolve of the steadfast, stalwart man;

  8. صاحية من نشوات الهوى

    سكرانة المقلة والقدِ

    Sober from love's intoxications,

    Yet drunken in eye and figure;

  9. ذات ثنايا اقحوانية

    ووجنة حمراء كالورد

    With front teeth like chrysanthemums,

    And a cheek red as a rose;

  10. ِتسبل عند المشيء جعدا على

    مثل الكثيب المائر الجعدِ

    She lets her curls fall, as she walks, over

    A form like an undulating, heaped-up sand dune.

  11. كم لغليل الصب في ثغرها

    من برد شاف ومن بردِ

    How much her mouth holds for the lover's burning thirst

    Of healing hail, and of coolness!

  12. إن أزمعت هجرا فوجدي بها

    وجد خدين المجد بالحمدِ

    If she resolves to forsake me, my longing for her

    Is glory's companion's longing for praise.

  13. علقت منه بقريب الندى

    نائي المدى مقتسم الرفدِ

    I have become attached to him, whose bounty is close at hand,

    Far-reaching, his gifts shared out;

  14. مهذب ضرب له عزمة

    تفل غرب الصارم المهندي

    Refined and wiry, he has a resolve

    That blunts the edge of the keen Indian sword;

  15. سابق فراط الكرام الألس

    سعوا فحازوا قصب المجدِ

    Outstripping the foremost of the noble men [who]

    Strove and won glory's prize-reed.

  16. ذو صفحة تندي بماء الحيا

    ولفحة محرقة الوقدِ

    He has a face bedewed with modesty's water,

    And a blast of scorching flame;

  17. ممدح يعرف معروفه

    لقاصديه حرمة القصدِ

    Much praised is he; his kindness recognizes

    For those who seek him, the sanctity of their seeking.

  18. له أياد غير معدودة

    والقطر لا يحصر بالعدِّ

    His favors are beyond number,

    And rain cannot be reckoned by counting.