1. كَم غَدوَةٍ وَعَشِيَّه

    نَعِمتُ بِالقادِسِيَّه

    How many a morning and evening

    I spent in bliss at al-Qadisiyyah!

  2. وَكَم هَجيرٍ وَقَتني

    مِن حَرِّ شَمسٍ ذَكِيَّه

    And at how many a scorching noon was I sheltered

    from the heat of a blazing sun

  3. مُعَشِّراتُ كُرومٍ

    أَبنائُها حَبَشِيَّه

    by grapevines heavy with child,

    whose children are Abyssinian.

  4. لَم يَبقَ مِن وَهَجِ الشَم

    سِ بَينَهُنَّ بَقِيَّه

    Not a trace of the sun’s blaze

    remained among them.

  5. يُسكَرنَ أَنهارَ ماءٍ

    زُرقاً عِذاباً نَقِيَّه

    They intoxicate streams of water,

    blue, sweet, and pure.

  6. تَحكي ذَوائِبُها في

    رَواحِها وَالمَجِيَّه

    Their tendrils resemble, in

    their going and coming,

  7. عَقارِباً شائِلاتٍ

    أَذنابَها مَحمِيَّه

    scorpions raising

    their tails in fury,

  8. تَدُبُّ فَوقَ زُجاجٍ

    مَصقولَةٍ طَبَرِيَّه

    crawling over glass,

    polished, from Tiberias.

  9. وَإِن أَرَدتُ سَقَتني

    خَمّارَةٌ قِبطِيَّه

    And if I wished, she gave me drink—

    a Coptic wine-seller,

  10. تَرنو بِعَينِ غَزالٍ

    سَحّارَةٍ بابِلِيَّه

    gazing with a gazelle’s eye,

    bewitching, Babylonian.

  11. جاءَت إِليَّ تَهادى

    عَشِيَّةً شاطِرِيَّه

    She came to me swaying,

    one evening, in roguish guise,

  12. في قُرطَقٍ خَصَّرَتهُ

    مَناطِقٌ ذَهَبِيَّه

    in a short tunic, cinched at the waist

    by golden girdles,

  13. قَد زُرِّدَت فَوقَ فَرعٍ

    مِن فَوقِهِ شَمسِيَّه

    linked like mail around a bough,

    with a sunlike face above it.

  14. يا طيبَ ذَلِكَ عَيشاً

    لَو صالَحَتني المَنِيَّه

    Oh, how sweet that life—

    if only death would make peace with me!

  15. سَقياً لِعَصرِ شَبابي

    إِذ لِمَّتي سَبَجِيَّه

    May rain bless the days of my youth,

    when my locks were jet-black,

  16. وَإِذ أَمُدُّ رِدائي

    بِقامَةٍ خَطِّيَّه

    and when I filled out my cloak

    with a stature like a Khatt spear.

  17. فَالآنَ آنَستُ لِلعَذ

    لِ وَاِستَمَعتُ الوَصِيَه

    But now I have grown receptive

    to reproof, and heeded counsel.

  18. وَبُيِّضَت شَعَراتٌ

    في مَفرِقي فِضِّيَّه

    And a few hairs have turned white,

    silvery along my parting.