يا ظَبيَةَ السيبِ الَّتي أَحبَبتُها

وَمَنَحتُها لُطفي وَلينَ جَناحي

Oh gazelle of the forest that I loved,

And to whom I gave my kindness and the softness of my wing,

عَينايَ باكِيَتانِ بَعدَك لِلَّذي

أودعت قَلبي مِن نُدوبِ جِراحي

My eyes are crying for what I deposited

In my heart of the wounds of my sorrows,

سَقياً لأَحمَد مِن أَخٍ وَلقاسِم

فَقَدا غُدُوّي لاهِياً وَرَواحي

Watering for Ahmad a brother, and for Qasim,

Who lost my morning wanderings and relaxation,

وَتَرَدُّدي مِن بَيتِ فَرزٍ آمِناً

مِن قُربِ كُلِّ مُخالِفٍ وَملاحي

And my coming and going safely from the house of Farz,

Safe from the nearness of every opponent and complainer.

أَيّامَ تَغبِطُني المُلوكُ وَلا أَرى

أَحَداً لَهُ كَتَدَلُّلي وَمراحي

Days when kings congratulate me, and I don’t see

Anyone who has my pampering and comfort.

تَصِفُ القِيانُ إِذا خَلَونَ مجانَتي

وَيَصِفنَ لِلشربِ الكِرامِ سَماحي

The liquors describe, when they are pure, my generosity,

And describe for drinking nobles, my liberality.