إِلَيكَ عَنّي فَلَيسَ الخَوفُ مِن شيَمي
سَيَطرُدُ الهَمَّ ما يَسمو مِنَ الهِمَمِ
Towards you from me, so fear not my morals
Worry will banish whatever ascends from worries
إِذا سُرِرتُ فَما ثَغري بِمُبتَسِم
وَإِن جَزِعتُ فَما دَمعي بِمُنسَجِمِ
If I become happy, my smile does not diminish
And if I worry, my tears do not flow
يا ناشِدَ العِزِّ مَطوِيّاً عَلى ضَمَدٍ
ما يُدرِكُ المَجدُ بَينَ الشّاءِ وَالنِعَمِ
O you who seek glory folded on bandage
Glory is not attained between living and bliss
أَمامَكَ القاعُ فاقذِفها مُضَمَّرَة
كَأَنَّما وَضَحَت أَخفافُها بِدَمِ
Before you is the plain, so hurl them {the horses}, prepared
As if their hooves glistened with blood
حَتّى تَراها وَقَد أَودى الكَلالُ بِها
وَفي مَناسِمِها عَقلٌ مِنَ الخَدَمِ
Until you see them after weariness has overcome them
And in their bridles is a mind full of submission
وَصاحِبٍ كَغِرارِ العَضبِ مُفتَرِش
نَمارِقَ الرَّملِ طَلّاع عَلى الظُّلَمِ
And a companion like the boulders of ‘Adba laying down
The expanses of sand, emerging in the darkness
يُخالِسُ الصُّبحَ وَالظَّلماء تَحجبُهُ
تَسَتُّرَ البَرقِ بَينَ الوابِلِ الرَّدمِ
He meets the dawn, and the darkness hides him
Lightning shrouded amidst the pouring rain
يَهُبُّ يَعثُرُ في أَذيالِهِ وَسناً
كَأَنَّما النَّومُ بَينَ السّاقِ وَالقَدَمِ
He gets up, stumbles on his robes and years
As if sleep is between the leg and the foot
هَلُمَّ نُرسِلُها هَوجاء سامِيَةً
لا يَمنَعُ السَّيفُ فيها خُدعَةَ القَلَمِ
Come, let us send them galloping sublimely
The sword among them does not prevent the cunning of the pen
إِنّا إِذا الخَيُّ لا تَرعى سَوائِمُهُ
إِلّا تَذكُّرَ ريحِ الضّالِ وَالسَّلَمِ
We, when the horses do not mind their leader
Except the scent of separation and peace
وَأَخمَدَ البَرقَ حَتّى في بُيوتِهِمُ
ما يُظهِرُ الزَّندُ ما فيهِ مِنَ الضَّرَّمِ
And it extinguished lightning, even in their homes
The flint does not show what it contains of sparks
وَراحَتِ النّيبُ في الأَنساع ساغِبَةً
تُنافِسُ الخَيلَ إِن عُلِّلنَ بِاللُّجُمِ
And the horse of the Prophet races freely in the meadows
Competing with horses, even if hobbled
نُبنا عَنِ الغَيثِ أَحياناً فَحَلَّتُنا
لا يَعدَمُ الغَيثُ فيها هاطِلَ الدِّيَمِ
We built protection from rain, so it endowed us,
The rain in it does not lack a pouring cloud
هَلُمَّ طَيفَ سُلَيمى قَد جَلَوتَ لَنا
غَياهِبَ الصَّدِّ لَولا خُدعَةُ الحُلُمِ
Come, the specter of Suleima has appeared to us
After overcoming the obstacles of wisdom and forbearance
نَشَدتُكَ اللَّه هَل أنسيتَ لَيلَتنا
عَلى الثَّنِيَّةِ دونَ السَّفحِ مِن إِضَمِ
I implore you by God, have you forgotten our night
At the slope, beneath the hillside
وَلَيلَة الحي إِذ أَغرى الرَّقيبُ بِنا
فَما اتَّقَينا بِغَيرِ الخُمرِ وَاللثمِ
And the night of the neighborhood when the guard was deceived by us
And we did not fear anything but wine and veils
فَكَيفَ تَقذِفُ وُدّاً كُنتَ تَحفَظُهُ
لَقَد خَصَمتُكَ لَو صِرنا إِلى حَكَمِ
So how can you discard a love you used to preserve
I would have contended with you, had we gone to a judge
لَولا عَقابيلُ وَجدي قُلتُ حُبُّهُمُ
كَخُلَّبِ البَرقِ لَم يُمطِر وَلَم يَدُمِ
Were it not for my family members, I would have said loving them
Is like the deceptive lightning, it did not rain, nor last
وَبانَةُ السَّفحِ تُغريني بِذِكرِهِمُ
وَجداً فَيالَيتَها باتَت كَعَهدِهِمِ
The slopes of Bana tempt me with their memory
How I wish it would stay as it was in their days
هَل الأجَيرِعُ يُشفي مَن يَمُرُّ بِهِ
بِالعُرفِ أَم ذاكَ مَع أَيّامِنا القُدُمِ
Does Al-Ajya’r heal whoever passes by it
With chastity or is that with our ancient days
وَنَشقَة خَطَرَت وَالرَّكبُ مُشتَمِلٌ
ذُؤابَةَ اللَّيلِ بَينَ الأَينُقِ الرُّسُمِ
And Našqa set out while the convoy is laden
The specter of night among the beautiful drawings
شاقَت طلي حانها وافى رحالهم
سُكراً مِنَ السَّيرِ أَو ضَعفاً مِنَ السَّقَمِ
My longing for them had come and their departure arrived
Out of intoxication from travel or weakness from illness
آهاً لِقَلبِكَ مِن نَجدٍ وَساكِنِهِ
لَقَد عَلِقتَ بِشِعبٍ غَيرِ مُلتَئِمِ
Oh for your heart, from Najd and its inhabitants
You have become attached to an incompatible tribe
ما هَبَّتِ الرّيحُ إِلّا مِن جَوانِبِهِ
وَلا عَلا الشّيحُ إِلّا ذروَةَ العَلَمِ
The wind did not blow except from its direction
Nor did the lightning rise except the peak of the flag
لِلَّهِ لَيلكَ كَم أَفنَيتَ مِن جَلَدٍ
حَتّى الصَّباح وَكَم أَبقَيتَ مِن أَلَمِ
By God, your night, how much composure it exhausted
Until morning, and how much pain it let remain
