1. The eyelids of virgins through veils
Are sharper than thin, white, cutting blades

2. When that brave one was stripped bare and his
Cheeks became wounds overflowing with tears

3. God let my uncle drink from death’s hand a draught
And his hands were paralyzed after fingers cut off

4. Just as one like me was led by the impossible to ruin
And my hopes were hung on the tail of ambitions

5. Ablah bid me farewell one day between us
A farewell of certainty that I am not returning

6. And she cried and said how after us will you become
When you are absent from us in the bare wildernesses

7. By your right I have not in this life sought comfort
Nor have my ambitions changed me from loving you

8. So be assured of me with kindness of affection
And live blissful in joy without distress

9. I said Ablah I am a traveller
Even if before me are the limits of cutting blades

10. We were created for this love before our days
So refusal cannot enter my hearing

11. O red flag of good tidings will I return
And see in your valleys the flowers of those returning

12. And my eyes see the hillocks and a cheek
And dwellers of that grief between the meadows

13. And the land of Al-Sharbbah and Al-Liwa brings us together
And we graze in the bosoms of those encampments

14. So O breezes of ebony with God tell
Ubaylah about my journey in which places

15. And O lightning convey to her my greetings in the morning
And the living of my dwellings in sanctuary and resting places

16. O you who loudly weep, weep for me
Over my soil among the saddened birds

17. And mourn for one who died unjustly and attained
Nothing but distance from his loved ones and catastrophes

18. And O horses cry for a knight who used to meet
The chests of death blows in the dust of ambitions

19. And he ended up far in love and humiliation
And heavy chains of shackles and consequences

20. I do not weep if my death comes upon me
But my tears flow and I ardently yearn

21. It is no boast to describe my might and firmness
When my reputation has spread through all gatherings

22. By the right of passion, do not blame me and refrain
From fault, for blame brings no benefit

23. And how can I endure patience from one I love
When the fire of passion has been lit inside me