لَقَد زَعَمَ المُختارُ أَنّي وَصُحبَتي

بِمَسكِنَ قَد أَعيَت عَلَيَّ مَذاهِبي

Al-Mukhtar has claimed that I and my friends

Have wearied him with my constant visits

فَكَيفَ وَتَحتي أَعوَجِيٌّ وَصُحبَتي

عَلى كُلِّ جَهميمِ الثَميلَةِ شارِبِ

How so, when my camel is lame and my friends

Are drinking at every Thamilah well

إِذا ما خَشينا بَلدَةً قَرَّبَت بِنا

طَوالُ مُتونٍ مُشرِفاتُ الحَواجِبِ

When we approach a town, there come to meet us

Tall-girded maidens with alluring glances