عَفَتِ المَنازِلُ غَير مِثلِ الأَنقُسِ

بَعدَ الزَّمانِ عَرَفتُهُ بِالقَرطَسِ

The dwellings have lost their virtue, unlike the ostrich eggs,

After time I recognized it with parchment paper,

فَضَلَلتُ عَن عَفرِ الدِّيارِ كَأَنَّما

مِن خَمرِ أَذْرَعَةٍ سقيتُ بِأَكؤُسِ

So I lost the track of the ruins, as if

I was made drink from the wine of Adhru’a in cups,

طَرَقَ الخَيالَ فَهاجَ لي مِنْ مَضْجَعي

رَجعَ التَّحِيَّةِ في الظَّلامِ المُهَلسِ

The imagination knocked, so it stirred me from my bedding,

The greeting returned in the gloomy darkness,

أَعلاقَة أُمّ الوُلَيِّدِ بَعدَما

أَفنانُ رَأسِكِ كَالثَّغامِ المخلسِ

The chin strap of Umm Al-Waleed after

The braids of your head are like the sly darkness,

يَوم اِرتَمَتْ قَلبي بِأَسهُمِ لَحظِها

أُمَّ الوُلَيِّدِ في نِساءٍ غُلسِ

The day my heart was hit with the arrows of her glance,

Umm Al-Waleed among women is crafty,

مِنْ بَعدِ ما لَبِسَتْ مَلِيّاً حُسنَها

وَكَأَنَّ ثَوبَ جَمالِها لَم يُلبَسِ

After she wore the dress of her beauty,

And as if the garment of her beauty was not worn,

بَيضاءُ مطعمة الملاحة مِثلُها

لَهوَ الجَليسِ وَغِرَّةُ المُتَفَرسِ

White, seasoned with saltiness like her,

Is the amusement of the companion and the squint of the watcher,

وأَما لِهَنكَ مِنْ تَذَكُّرِ أَهلِها

لَعَلى شَفا يَأسٍ وَإِن لَمْ تَيأَسِ

As for remembering her family in Hunak,

Maybe on the verge of despair, even if you do not despair,

سلّ الهُمومَ إِذا اِعتَرَتْكَ بدوسَرٍ

لهب الهَواجِرِ واسِعِ المُتَنَفّسِ

Unload the worries when the Dusur afflicts you,

The flames of Al-Hawajir, vast breathe,

فَرَفَعت رَأسي لِلرَّحيلِ وَلا أَرى

كَاليَوم مُصبح مَورِد مُتَغَلِّسِ

So I raised my head to depart, and I do not see

Like today, the watering place of the slippery arrival.