1. I wander, while my heart wanders in your valleys
My mount's guide is agony and sighs

2. And I have plenty of tears that pour as if
A torrent flooding the faithful from you

3. And an elegant eyelid with wakefulness as if
It's your voice and the army of generosity in it revolts

4. Father of Ahmed, feats are a fountain
For you all, first of its roses and last

5. Generosity like the brilliance of generosity in harmony
And a forest for the lion of death in it with a roar

6. The youth of the Bani Shayban are gray-haired when they scent
And their few on the day of meeting are many

7. Faces like the livers of lovers in gentleness
Though on the day of meeting they are rocks