كَأنّي مِن تَذَكُّرِ ما أُلاقي

إِذا ما أَظلَمَ اللَيلُ البَهيمُ

As if from remembering what I face

When the beastly night darkens

سَليمٌ مَلَّ مِنهُ أَقرَبوهُ

وَوَدَّعَهُ المُداوي وَالحَميمُ

A sick man wearied of him, his kin abandoned him

And his loyal friends bid him farewell

فَكَم بَينَ الأَقارِعِ وَالمُنَقّى

إِلى أُحُدٍ إِلى ميقاتِ ريمِ

So from ravines to slopes

To Uhud, to the appointed place of Rime

إِلى الجَمّاءِ مِن خَدٍّ أَسيلٍ

عوارِضُهُ وَمِن دَلٍّ رَخيمِ

To arid sands from a flowing cheek

Whose passions have faded and from a gentle heart