كأَنَّ دَمي يومَ الفِراقِ سَرَوْا بِهِ

وَقَدْ سفكُوهُ بِاحتِثَاثِ الرَّكائِبِ

My companions, when we parted, took my blood away

Spilling it while loading the mounts to depart

أَظُنُّهُمُ لَوْ فَتَّشُوا في رِحالِهِمْ

إِذاً وَجَدوا آثارَهُ في الحَقائِبِ

If they had searched their saddlebags, I imagine

They would have found its traces in their traveling packs

إِذا أَنا دافَعْتُ الخُطُوبَ بِذِكْرِهِمْ

نَسيتُ الذي بيني وبينَ النَّوائِبِ

When I dispel my worries by thoughts of them

I forget what lies between me and misfortune