1. يا حادي العيسَ بِسَلعٍ عَرَّجِ

    وَقِف عَلى البانَةِ بِالمُدَرَّجِ

    O driver of the white camels, turn aside at Salʿ,

    and halt by the moringa tree at al-Mudarraj.

  2. وَنادِهِم مُستَعطِفاً مُستَلطِفاً

    يا سادَتي هَل عِندَكُم مِن فَرَجِ

    And call to them, seeking compassion and kindness:

    O my masters, have you any relief?

  3. بِرامَةٍ بَينَ النَقا وَحاجِرٍ

    جارِيَةٌ مَقصورَةٌ في هَودَجِ

    At Rāma, between al-Naqā and Ḥājir,

    a maiden is secluded in a howdah.

  4. يا حُسنَها مِن طَفلَةٍ غُرَّتُها

    تُضيءُ لِلطارِقِ مِثلَ السُرُجِ

    How lovely she is—a tender maiden whose brow

    shines for the night traveler like lamps!

  5. لُؤلُؤَةٌ مَكنونَةٌ في صَدَفٍ

    مِن شَعَرٍ مِثلِ سَوادِ السَبَجِ

    A pearl hidden in a shell

    of hair, as black as jet.

  6. لُؤلُؤَةٌ غَوّاصُها الفِكرُ فَما

    تَنفَكُّ في أَغوارِ تِلكَ اللُجَجِ

    A pearl whose diver is thought, and she never

    ceases to dwell in the depths of those seas.

  7. يَحسَبُها ناظِرُها ظَبيَ نَقاً

    مِن جيدِها وَحُسنِ ذاكَ الغَنَجِ

    Her beholder takes her for a gazelle of the dunes,

    because of her neck and the beauty of that coy charm.

  8. كَأَنَّها شَمسُ ضُحىً في حَمَلٍ

    قاطِعَةٌ أَقصى مَعالي الدَرَجِ

    It is as though she were the midmorning sun in Aries,

    traversing the very highest degrees of the zodiac.

  9. إِن حَسَرَت بُرقُعَها أَو سَفَرَت

    أَزرَت بِأَنوارِ الصَباحِ الأَبلَجِ

    If she lifts her veil or uncovers her face,

    she puts the lights of radiant dawn to shame.

  10. نادَيتُها بَينَ الحِمى وَرامَةٍ

    مَن لِفَتىً حَلَّ بِسَلعٍ يَرتَجي

    I called to her between al-Ḥimā and Rāma:

    Who will aid a youth who has alighted at Salʿ in hope?

  11. مَن لِفَتىً مُتَيَّهٍ في مَهمَهٍ

    مُوَلَّهٍ مُدَلَّهِ العَقلِ شَجى

    Who will aid a youth lost in a trackless desert,

    love-distraught, bewildered in mind, grief-stricken?

  12. مَن لِفَتىً دَمعَتُهُ مُغرِقَةٌ

    أَسكَرَهُ خَمرٌ بِذاكَ الفَلَجِ

    Who will aid a youth whose tear drowns him,

    made drunk by wine in that gap between her front teeth?

  13. مَن لِفَتىً زَفرَتُهُ مُحرِقَةٌ

    تَيَّمَهُ جَمالُ ذاكَ البَلَجِ

    Who will aid a youth whose sigh is scorching,

    enslaved by the beauty of that clear space between her brows?

  14. قَد لَعِبَت أَيدي الهَوى بِقَلبِهِ

    فَما عَلَيهِ في الَّذي مِن حَرَجِ

    The hands of passion have toyed with his heart,

    so he bears no blame for any of this.