1. Did she show the traces of her abode or did she not show
To Salma who was chaste between dogs and serpents

2. As if the remnants of its trace after it disappeared
Were like the wind from it in the abode of an addict

3. Gatherings of generosity and the playground of revelry
And fireplace whose pact in it was not lasting

4. Lines of Jews in their synagogues
Praising from Taima or the people of Medina

5. Except what you held back its setting
Your tears were not but like the buckets without rope and pulley

6. Crying over it every summer and square
As if its religions from the pilgrimage of the daughter of Muhajjin

7. Does my friend see, do you see any gazelles
Tomorrow morning coming to the abodes of Bain wellsprings

8. Repenting, O Antioch, you who argue
Against Asharib from Yemen, the whitewashed

9. They came at night as visitors and they were silent
Heading northwards and the bedouins hastened to the right

10. So their sights appeared as if they were
On the highest glory, palm trees of the son of Yamin

11. Or the thickets of wild oleander, or as if they were
Chambers of virgins, the impregnable ships

12. They came and when the sun rose it no longer returned
So they hid among the delicate, soft-bodied Houris

13. And tilted their white patterned flasks
Medinite or fulfilled for her the pilgrimage of Muskkin

14. They said, "Rest us," they said, "With bounty
In the presence of every cautious piercer"

15. There looks at us from every bend and hillock
One whose cheeks are tinted, delicate, with eyes

16. Did it not come to her that she was now awake from youth
And came to decrepitude and religion

17. And parted from the pleasures of youth and its people
Like the parting of one who departs after settlement

18. And of noble lineage she endured after it
Its meagerness and leanness, which was not easy

19. Generous whose palm rain bounty
Plenty, ashes of the pot, not sparked

20. Tomorrow he comes to me, not filled up
With a group nor is he weary of long boasting

21. And the sorrow of grief is bitter in my heart
I disappointed it though man does not purposely grieve

22. And the nobility of people warded me off from them
With the power of hands of men and tongues

23. And the regret of truthfulness I do not see vice prevailing
In it for the stored wine of the addict

24. It hurried to him while the chickens were nesting
Drowsy, and the morning ablution was not clear

25. So the cup kept circling between him and I
When it was filled he said, "Come, let me tilt it!"

26. We were happy, made intimate, as if we were
People of Caesar or the family of Kisra bin Sasan

27. And a singing girl whose means of connection were cut
With a letter like the bow of Al-Hajari the Bent

28. She nearly flies the saddle were it not for its strap
When she gallops to the yoked herd

29. As if my she-camels when they yielded and returned
On the path carried by the gentle gait

30. In desolation which saddened his heart
Like the dogs of Dharih or the dogs of Ibn Mizin

31. And as if my stallion remained imagining
Covering the vanguards with the brain of courage