1. My heart yearns for the time of youth
And gray hair makes me weep for my youth

2. In my heart there is a flaming agony and passion
Pure, from a maiden of the Bani Shihab tribe

3. She tortures me and knows that my heart
Yearns desperately for her torment

4. The rainclouds watered the land
When they arrived from Suleim and Al-Rabab

5. And the southern winds still convey
Greetings to the quarter of Bani Janab

6. You reproach me for seeking glory
Slow down, do not blame me

7. For I have earned good repute
And devoted my wealth to gain it

8. Abu Al-Ulwan, crown of Bani Kilab
Taught me chivalry from his support

9. Noble one, whenever I looked at him
I saw riches from every side

10. My wealth that enriches me and I praise
That is its merit and my praise its merit

11. I prolong praise for you and do not refrain
And grant you affection without restraint

12. Many are my envious enemies, smooth are my aspirations
Impregnable my flanks, strong my shoulders