1. Alas! My sweetheart claimed that my memory of reproaches was quick for her
And she wished, O black beauty, that she were in your place while people were suffering tribulations

2. If my sweetheart asked about me, she would be told
When the tribe's food was scarce, the camels unfed

3. By my striking with my sword every fattened camel
And unloading my belongings walking without riding

4. Were it not for those I love making it clear to her
She would have denied my stubbornness and distance

5. But they are the delight of my heart and mercy
That the Lord of destinies has granted from Him

6. They lead me if death lets me live
And forbid me from every rash transgressor

7. After God's command they tightened her ropes
And pegs among us with smooth white wood

8. We have camels, their foreignness does not deny the rope
Nor the oft-told tales reject the rhythm of poetry

9. We fatten the lean hyenas and seek through them
Ascent though they are dim-sighted weaklings

10. We came out with them from abundant meadows as though
When the herder barred them, rods of withies

11. A drought Allah has made rainless
And expanded beyond any vast plain or mountain

12. So it was not wrong that it gave no light, and left behind
When barrenness arrived, the sword of the victor

13. The two mixtures in it destroyed its wantonness
With sweat of exertion and slaying of victims

14. Even if it were the date palms of the lowlands and the like
Along its edges from side to side

15. Even if it remained for the survivors, it would be forced
To a man among them of workmanship and gain