1. My neighbors have returned my days of grief to me
At Mina

2. With situations that change this gray-haired one
To a young man, happy again

3. Those who saw them say
Those gazelles with the kohl around their eyes

4. This is a gazelle who has given up
And that is a wild cow who has cried out

5. Passionate with desire
For youth and song

6. For them the jealous would accept
To live in the deserts as a homeland

7. I forget their bent spears
Smooth-sided lances

8. With which horsemen charge
Not fearing cowardice

9. Crowded together, they left off
Throwing pebbles, subdued

10. The flock takes comfort from the pond
When night approaches

11. How many despairing livers
For the childless bodies

12. With eyes that have left them
Eyes on hearts

13. But they have only made them
To refute a saying of tongues

14. From them pebbles burst into leaf
Almost bursting out

15. Woe to him not infatuated
We have certainly met temptation

16. He hides the confusion of passion
Though it loosened what was tied

17. How much pulling away with you
And contention with us

18. My two companions stop
Asking me for protection

19. The rain has changed it
To the direction of the clouds, drenching

20. And rain down your tears
On that right-hand sand dune

21. The house is a dwelling for me
When I lack any dwelling

22. They said: and from where
Did longing hit you like an arrow?

23. I said: from here
And a friend I awakened

24. After inattention and love
He flung denial in my hearing

25. So stay far from any ear
And he got up like erect Sakhb

26. Dragging spear and step
So I said: who has pledged

27. To reject me? He said: I
Fear me, even if the channels fear not

28. All the gazelles are wild
And few of them are to be had

29. Preservation is only
According to fate and wealth

30. Flashing, I think it
Greenest softness and tenderness

31. Or a spear with interwoven necks
Like candles, show us

32. I awakened a companion there
Of towering gray hair

33. And said: look
Have you not finished your evening yet?

34. Where are you headed?
He said to me: Below the water-skin

35. It reminded me of loved ones and
Remembrance that stirs up grief

36. Bosoms that do not console
A heart pining with longing

37. From the belly of a bitter saddle
And travel that Usfan shelters us

38. And Iraq and a land
Oh distance with nothing visible to us

39. I yearn for them while a cooking pot
Boils between us

40. Oh woe is me from my passion
Have I not wearied of passion?

41. It has moved me from my homeland
I have condemned the homeland

42. Nothing has suited me from my remoteness
Nothing has suited me from life

43. If I found a patched garment
I would wear my cloth for a while

44. Where, and who can overcome
With patches, a worn-out hide?

45. I swore by the pillar
With high columns and buildings

46. Like the mast of a tent they
Have propped it up with poles

47. Laid out, its breadth
Takes up the place of the mounted knight

48. And the blackened much-handled one
They have supported its corners

49. Mudar throws on it
After pure Yaman

50. You scratch mangy scab
From the itch of poverty

51. I would go to a group
Of tall, ugly-faced women

52. Licking dry gums, they came to us
With tongues smeared

53. Seeking my promise of a drink
Either rejection or death

54. In their corners
People find poverty and wealth

55. Indeed, I have despaired of bearing
Grief with them; indeed, I have despaired