1. For whom did the hills dance
The whisperings of your deserted abode

2. A deserted abode that longs for you
And its dwellings cling to you

3. If you are nonexistent in its eyes
Then these are its ruins

4. A close lifetime like the crisis of time
Whose passage is smooth

5. Its realities died and its imagination and lies lived
And the night of oblivion stretched

6. With its daytime and nighttime
I have verses for it if it becomes desolate

7. Its cure is complete
It was content with shedding tears as if they were its eyelashes

8. And it wept well. Did its tears convey
To you the inquirer its news?

9. Woe to it from a need
If only its sides were healed

10. Oh my abode, my ribs, and my family
I entrust to protect its sands if I meet

11. A treacherous man
The covenant between us did not disappear

12. Nor its document
The nights were devoid of your presence

13. Hiding it and its secrets
Until it is as if livelihood

14. Has not been bitter in it
And no desires were fulfilled in it

15. Nor did its veils relax for us
For everyone with two aims in it

16. Is like its mouser and barn owl
And the days' wipes are still green and fresh

17. And a beautiful doe whose love secrets are complete
Her misfortunes increased but that did not sadden her

18. She is infatuated with which men's wrists her necklace binds
The gossip of the slanderers corrupted her but her cloak is fine

19. She was created scented but her perfume became rancid
And her words remembered

20. So her veil doubled over
My friend, do your eyes sleep

21. Or does their wakefulness remain active?
The long night confuses the eyelids with its darkness

22. A friend knocked to illuminate
The darkness of the twisted abode

23. And their pillows are rumpled
On a night when its conversation did not diminish

24. Strange, how its distant lands collapsed on me
With its two hills and the interior of its house

25. It started treating me with the sting of a bee
Whose honey of contentment flows

26. Life froze with cold from it
And its perfume began to melt

27. The composer of its necklace did not tire
Of advice nor is its bead-stringer satisfied

28. It knocked on easy terrain while the roads
Are difficult and dangerous

29. The tearful one milked then renewed
Weeping from the morning departure

30. So when my hands did not cling
To anything but wishes and their nails

31. And I held high the short swords
Of the bellies of maidens

32. Its blessed place narrowed, and curtains
Rose above it

33. An exile that makes me a stranger to love
In its stony place adorned

34. On the flat ground, disheveled
A barrier on it from its dust

35. With an old robe, a shawl that
His old skin mixes with its fibers

36. The desert of Sarah was good to him
Its slopes, plateaus, and lands

37. He herds sheep that are picked out
And the pebbles of shiny Abiriq his abode

38. If I delay him with my song
His love will motivate him

39. The spring looked with effort
To ignite its strings

40. Oh shepherd of virgins! What is
Al-Najd and what are its news?

41. Ignite with those who have dark night fires
For its lighthouse has been saddened

42. If only it had ignited with my crooked
Ribs its fire

43. When the fetters of footsteps clatter
My strength continues and its duration

44. And the criticism of the times matches
My sight to its visions

45. And it stands before me, preventing
My departure with excuses

46. Then perhaps there is a life of bliss for me
Whose purity and blossoms are for me

47. And a wonderful sensation of pleasure
Whose tenth lasted for me

48. And a love story in which
I do not tire of its best

49. And the polishing of the fangs that
Drinks the sweetness of its syrup

50. Desires fall short of what
Dawn concludes with its spells

51. It stayed overnight and my memory is fragrant
Below the mattress as its motto

52. I turned away from it indifferent
And its shrine remained straight

53. And a previous pleasure like the blood of ghazal
That is imagined to be musk when it emanates

54. What the soap is expensive for
And the seed's trader is impoverished

55. In the home of a Christian woman
By the name of Christ her yardstick

56. It fermented the pots with its stone
And its yeast is its carrots

57. I have never covered the hand of its director
And followed its passions

58. When its drunkenness came
Its prohibitions did not become permitted for me

59. Except for me, a lover of pleasure flees
Which disappears but its shame remains

60. Why do you want to monitor my steps
While you are too short to reach its full height?

61. I protected the leg of its horse
And its love exhausts me

62. Ask the seller about my camel with any
Defilement and its separation

63. And the protection of the tribe of Abdul Rahim surrounds it
And its neighbors

64. When their affliction dispersed them
Their women and children scattered

65. More despicable than my enmity is their support
One day when they were its supporters

66. The smooth plateau prevents
Its dried up vegetation from being tread upon

67. The clear oasis allows
The sinners to enjoy its fruits

68. The dew did not make it poor at night
Except to complete its ease

69. If not for fear of its questioning
Its lifespans would be trivialized

70. Wise, and the explicit word
That angers is shameful

71. And the brave, when worries
Rely on their depths

72. The Arabs of palms, their sleep
Made them forget a noble horseman

73. Their fingers flowed and selves and carpenters faded
You have encompassed the horizons' roads from them and their seas

74. They flew with their glory and its airport
Narrowed for the stars

75. The carrier of its banners rode its difficulties
The smooth canal protects its truth

76. A protected purity
With the Master of glories as its neighbor

77. Wakeful, he stays up if
He remembers the faults to be cautious of them

78. Restless in determination if he protects
The stillness of petty souls

79. Bearer of the flags of leadership, his firmness
In patience is its ammunition

80. He surpassed the mature though his age
Did not reach their limits

81. He went forth, his precedence given over
His peers by their admission

82. They were amazed as the steed rounded
The race track to the goal

83. That the birds of prey were delayed
And the skilled came forward

84. Do not be surprised, for he is
More dissolving than their dust

85. Highest among the stars in positions
And eyes though small

86. It is the oasis of glory in which
Investing does not fail

87. Leadership became a sanctuary
In it, and you are its bracelet

88. It is the best of its time’s family,
A home, and you are its finest

89. If the sky was counted when pleased
Its planets are many, not its moons

90. Through you, its clouds' goodwill spread
And its pride was complete

91. It clung angrily to the snakes
Of the enemies' lips

92. You provoked it with beauties
Its left hand did not stiffen

93. And manners that passion loved you
For, its sorcery remaining eternal

94. It split the hearts of enviers but
Its dust is not easily split

95. How many hands for you are like nujum
And like pouring rain

96. With it, my state is satiated and the thorns
Of my time are picked from it

97. And a fortress from the beauty of your view
That does not disappoint hearts

98. It wraps its tails around me
And pulls me into its essence

99. And a subtle one that the dew lined
Its traces when it greeted

100. Its targeting wearied though
Its repetitive firing did not help me

101. The gifts - their beauty is not
Thanked for nor their amounts

102. So for you my ransom is a giver who
Gives blessings without choosing them

103. And your time is a possessor of eras whose
Kindness is denied

104. The dinar of your generosity or affection for me
Not its weights

105. And it has renewed its help for you
What its virgins first offered

106. It folds the lands though its messengers
Did not throw

107. Its dice
From every prominent poem

108. When the burning of its passion flares up
It reaches the great and its visitors

109. Do not fear boredom
A maiden whose passion is surrendered to you

110. With chastity as her excuse
In any house you want

111. You say this is its bride
The rhymes followed it

112. And its unmatched subjugated them
If not for its preceding era

113. And its cycles repeating
The stalwarts of the pre-Islamic era would have wished

114. That it was their poetry
If it was given justice above the Turos

115. Their tenths would be taken
Every day a liked gift

116. Whose recurrence is good
It is conveyed to you by the mouth of praiser

117. Its purity and choicest