1. My lofty passion justified youths
With a palm tree, and tears poured from you

2. It stirred up longing in my heart which love had planted
With parting by which one who bids farewell departs

3. And meaning was stirred just as his heart was stirred
For you, with Numan's dove, the wailing visitors

4. And I had no fear among the living until I saw them
With the lower parting, and they were departing visitors

5. And I became anxious as if my riding beast
Were by a pampered one or a climbing she-camel

6. I have a conversation with myself apart from friends and the risings became
More increasing for my eye the wailing departures

7. I am like the days of resolve and the days
Of Dhi Qar upon me were the returning ones

8. And my killer after blame and one returning
An apparition of you since I was a youth

9. Nights when my family and your family were neighbors
And well-being, and the living were not discordant

10. The eagle of love stirred except by a sign of eyebrows
There or that fingers would gesture

11. So why is it, O mother of Haytham
That you make my soul a target, though fingers desist?

12. With them arrows not falling short of true aim
Nor rising above my heart aimed straight

13. Among them days of youthfulness three
And among them an arrow after I was aged, a fourth

14. If my excuse in my greying is narrow
Then my excuse in youth had occurred

15. When a land I did not belong to entrapped me
No arrows were divined against me