سَقياً لِطَيفِكِ مِن خَيالٍ طارقِ

وَلّى وَحُسنُ حَديثِهِ لَم يُسأَمِ

A drink for your gentle spirit from a visiting apparition

Who is gone, though the charm of his talk did not grow tiring

أَنّى اِهتَدَيتِ وَأَنتِ غَيرُ رَجيلَةٍ

لمبيتِ شُعثٍ كالأَسِنَّةِ سُهَّمِ

How did you find your way when you were no pathfinder?

To a night’s camp as prickly as hedgehogs bristling

عَزَمَ الأَميرُ عَليهمُ فَمَبيتُهم

أَدنى الصُفوفِ مِن العَدوِّ المُعلِمِ

The Emir was determined against them, so their night’s camp

Was closest to the ranks of the enemy in battle