1. She said my arrows did not wound her,
Yet upon my dark heart her darts were hurled.

2. Though toward her who hurt me I am still inclined,
Hoping though she pained me I'll win her.

3. Would that from dreams of her I were divined -
That when I sleep her image to me unfurled

4. Be not by night's rotation through days done,
Lest time should her beauty from me have furled.

5. By dancing girls' hands I vow till I've attained
My goal, though barefoot, trailing skirts, they spurned.

6. Through poets shall odes from me long obtained
Stream forth, though their rhymes were just hastily learned.

7. For open-handed Bilal you'll find no peer,
In hospitality and bounty he's unspurned.

8. From tyrants' hands he saves men, slaves, things dear.
With Bilal's hands placed over them, they're returned.

9. When unsheathed, Bilal's sword such great havoc wreaked
The enemy their garb with shameful stains had burned.

10. Their polished blades, from sheaths cast free, then reeked
With foemen's blood as blows were struck unconcerned.

11. Bilal on steed unleashed makes blood from them squirt,
His spear thirsty, their necks by its blade churned.

12. The Misrs shine when dawn wakes Bilal in their midst,
Lightened by his presence, shadows all dispersed.

13. By Bilal hard juristic problems are solved,
When from just judgment scholars have turned.

14. Raised by Abu Musa, lofty as mountains towered,
Nothing above Bilal's heights - sky or earth - were yearned.