يا هندُ مَنْ لأخي غرامٍ ما جرى

بَرْقُ الثّغور لطرفه إِلاّ جرى

O Hind, who did my brother fall in love with

The flash of weapons was aimed at him continuously

أَبكته شَيْبتُه وهل من عارضٍ

شِمْتُ البوارقَ فيه إِلاّ أَمطرا

His greying hair made me weep, was there anyone to blame

I saw the lightening flash through it continuously

لا تنكري وَضَحاً لَبِسْتُ قتيرَه

رَكْضُ الزمان أَثار العِثْيَرا

Do not deny it, O radiant one, I wore ragged clothes

The passage of time left only traces