يَا عَرَبَ الحَيِّ عُذَّلِي عَدَدُ

وَيْلاَهُ أَيْنَ الرِّجَالُ وَالعُدَدُ

O Arabs alive, my number has dwindled,

Alas! Where are the men and the numbers?

مَا صَحَّ فِي حُبِّهِ سِوىَ سَقَمِي

بِكُمْ وَمَاتَ السُّلُو والجَلدُ

None were true in love except my own sickness,

With you, and the firmness and patience died.

عَهْدِي وَجِيدُ الكَثيِبِ طَوَّقَهُ

مِنْكُمْ بِطَوْقٍ كَالعِقْدِ يَنْتَضِدُ

My pact and the hill of Al-Kathib encircled,

By a circlet from you closely studded.

يَزْدَادُ مِنْ مَاءِ ورْدِهِ عَطَشاً

لحِسُنِهِ كُلٌّ وَارِدٍ يَرِدُ

From the water of its roses thirst increases,

For its beauty every comer again comes.

مِنْ كُلِّ رَامِي العُيُونِ مَعْرَكَةٌ

مَعْ وَجْنَتَيْهِ وَصُدْغُهُ الزَّرَدُ

From each caster of glances a battle,

With its cheeks and chin of chrysolite.