1. Alas, O my people, for passion and remembrance,
And an eye whose tears humans shed like rainfall,

2. My eye has not seen the likes of my heart that did not soar,
Nor ribs above which were not broken.

3. The growth of eglantine obeyed it and gifted it
With its homelands, the downpour of bursting clouds,

4. And I am from Qais and Qais are the offspring,
When their knights mount their steeds caparisoned.

5. The armies of the Commander of the Faithful, with which
The head of the armored warlord is kept upright,

6. Indeed, thinking well of myself made me,
When asked where is the head, not hesitate.