1. نَواضِرَ غُلباً قَد تَدانَت رُءوسُها

    مِنَ النَبتِ حَتّى ما يَطيرُ غُرابُها

    Verdant, thick-trunked palms whose crowns have drawn close together,

    With growth so dense that their crow cannot fly.

  2. تَرى الباسِقاتِ العُمَّ فيها كَأَنَّها

    ظَعائِنُ مَضروبٌ عَلَيها قِبابُها

    You see the towering, full-grown palms there as though they were

    Women in howdahs, their canopies raised above them.

  3. تَرى بابَها سَهلاً لِكُلِّ مُدَفَّع

    إِذا أَينَعَت نَخلٌ فَأُغلِقَ بابُها

    You find their gate open to everyone turned away,

    When date palms ripen and their gates are shut.

  4. يَكونُ لَنا ما نَجتَني مِن ثِمارِها

    رَبيعاً إِذا الآفاقُ قَلَّ سَحابُها

    What we gather of their fruits becomes for us

    A springtime when clouds grow scarce on the horizons.

  5. حَظائِرُ لَم يُخلَط بِأَثمانِها الرِبا

    وَلَم يَكُ مِن أَخذِ الدِياتِ اِكتِسابُها

    Enclosed groves whose purchase prices were not mixed with usury,

    Nor were they acquired by taking blood-money;

  6. وَلكِن عَطاءُ اللَهِ مِن كُلِّ مِدحَةٍ

    جَزيلٌ مِنَ المُستخلَفينَ ثَوابُها

    But rather God's bounty, from every poem of praise

    Whose reward from the caliphs is lavish,

  7. وَمِن رَكضِنا والخَيلَ في كُلِّ غارَةٍ

    حَلالٌ بِأَرضٍ المُشرِكينَ نَهابُها

    And from our galloping with the horses in every raid

    Whose plunder is lawful in the polytheists' land.

  8. حَوَت غُنمَها آباؤُنا وَجُدودُنا

    بِصُمِّ العَوالي وَالدِماءُ خِضابُها

    Our fathers and grandfathers won its spoils

    With stout spears, and blood was their dye.