لَعَمرُكَ إِنّي نازِلٌ بِأُيايِرٍ

يِصَوءَر مُشتاقٌ وَإِن كُنتُ مُكرَما

By your life, I indeed have pitched my tents in Uyayna,

Yearning for you as if awake though honored guests slumber.

أَبيتُ كَأَنّي أَرمَدُ العَينِ ساهِرٌ

إِذا باتَ أَصحابي مِنَ اللَيلِ نُوَّما

I remain as though sleepless though my companions sleep at night,

When honored guests have fallen asleep through the night.