1. Between Aqiq and Burqah Thahmad
Are remnants of a dwelling of Abelah the faded habitat

2. O theater of tranquility in the valley of sanctuary
Is there anyone there distressed, coming and going?

3. In the auspicious valley, the ruins of a home
Were my skin toughened and my determination exposed?

4. The neck of every beauty that turned around
Frolicking like the neck of a slender antelope

5. O Abel how my heart is saddened by the groves
And the voice of the raven startles me

6. How is solitude when I have not heard doves
Except I was the first mourner

7. I held back my tears not out of stinginess
The day of farewell over the relics of the habitat

8. And I asked the birds of Dew how many like me
Were wounded by their moaning and yearning echoes

9. I called him while my tears were pouring down
Where is the intimate from the painful faded one?

10. If you were like me you would not have lingered as sweetness
And chirped on the branch of the softly leaning palm

11. They raised the domes over faces that shone
Therein the delicate moles in the cheeks disappeared

12. And they were content with the water of the eyes with eyes
Darkened with magic, not kohl

13. While the sun is between someone flushed and someone pale
And the branch between someone adorned and bejeweled

14. They appear between wraps and cloaks
And necklaces of pearls and peridot

15. They said tomorrow’s meeting is at the winding sands
And the longest yearning of the enamored one until tomorrow

16. And my breath seems to fade when I echo it
Between the hills, it erased the engravings on the cooled sword

17. An unknown battle I entered
With the spear whose fire did not subside

18. I surprised them with proud Arabian youths
The best of every handsome prey in war

19. And you see the flags fluttering and the warriors
As if an ocean frothing with waves

20. There you can see the clan of Abs observing me
And the horses stumbling in the soft sand

21. And the gleam of the white swords glittering
Against cheeks like thunderclouds rumbling

22. And the braids of the black swords as if they were
Under the darkness, stars of a black night

23. And the hooves of the spirited horses on the battlefield
Like lightning bolts in the expanse of the desert

24. I engaged its procession and entered its dust
I quenched the embers of its blazing fervor

25. And I repeated while the heroes were amidst
Clashing, attacking, allying, and resolve

26. And the horsemen of the fray amidst preventing
Defending, deceiving, and being reinforced

27. The white swords gleamed and the spears were burning
While the people were embellished and armed

28. And propped under the soil while others
Above the soil were moaning without being propped

29. The atmosphere was dark and the stars shining
And the horizon dusty with the gray rope

30. I plunged my stallion under the shade of a mare
With the spear, feeble and bent

31. And I humbled the envious with my power
They knelt to it, bowed and prostrated