1. A drink to the homestead of al-Hima and its sand dune
When I see no time like my times in it

2. I know no pleasures but by remembering them
Alas! I left my pleasures in it

3. And I wept in anguish at the moan of a dove
That called out while none responded to her

4. We cried while she cried, but our crying was
With our eyes while hers was with her heart

5. Fearing harm, it prevented visiting her
If it could, it would spend the night in her bosoms

6. The world was made odious to you and once delighted
When I saw you among its virtues and vices

7. And the tryst of my need drags me to waiting
If I wished, yearning would be quelled by her perfume

8. Imprisoned for so long in your clenched fist
You tortured me and busied my hopes with her

9. Free the virgins one difficult night
As they are saved by its text and its diligence

10. They carry gratitude's delegation atop their mounts
While the grateful for blessings is like her slave

11. White yet tanned by the sun in late morning
Like full moons gleaming beneath its clouds

12. When you saw the kingdom's timber shattered
And the stars of its fortune setting in their sunset

13. You stirred up a scheme for it, instilling tranquility
And mixed a resolute man's smile with his sullenness

14. And for the enemies you stored lions of events
With patience for their gloom and tribulations

15. Lions whose horsemen the knights cannot withstand
Save for peers on the day of its battles

16. How many seditions you encountered and seized their opportunity
So you subdued them and pounced before their confusion

17. You watched their side with a shrewd, discerning glance
Keenly aware of the scorpion of illness and its creeping

18. How many words are strung in prose
That naught can improve but the beads' holes

19. A pole who steers the mill of events around him
Unique in its turns and occurrences

20. With covenants of a pact you upheld and augmented
Binding them as knots are tied in shoelaces

21. And resolves you determined in his silence
Imaginings cannot uncover the veil of their mysteries

22. And the innocent do not rend what you have faced
Save by the sound of their texts and mounts

23. And many malign ones a soul obtained
From its defects and beloved from its enemies

24. And it attains what the hasty miss by patience
And residing long with the cavalry in approaching it

25. How many a state grew ill and you cured it for us
Else its illness would have triumphed over its healer

26. And how many an ear you have rung with proof
Refining it from its doubts and flaws

27. Its enviers praised it with propriety
While its adversary judged it obligatory

28. Granting it success from his statements
White, radiant for those who walk by them