جَرَيتُ بِحَمراءِ الكُمَيتِ إِلى الشَّقرا

مَقَرِّ الهَوى حُسناً وأَعرضتُ عن مُقرَى

I strolled by the red dunes to Shaqra

The abode of love, beauty, yet I turned away from dwelling

وَلم أُخِل بالخَلخالِ من كأسِها يدي

وَأَثبتُّ في تاريخِ ما سَرَّني سَطرا

Nor did I neglect to drink from her goblet

And I recorded in history whatever delighted me

وَأَبصرتُ ما بَينَ الَميادينِ سائِلاً

فَلَم أَرَ إِلاَّ أَن أُقابِلَهُ نَهرا

I looked between the sands asking

But only saw that I face a river

ولا سِيمَّا والرَّوضُ من حَولِهِ لَهُ

بِساطٌ وَقَد مَدَّ النَّسيمُ لَهُ نَشرا

Especially with the garden around it for it

A carpet, and the breeze spread it open

فَلِلَّهِ أَيَّامٌ تَوَلَّت بِجانِبَي

يَزيدَ فَقَد كَانَت بِبهَجتِها العُمرا

By Allah, days have passed by my side

Increasing loss, though in their splendor was life

وما كانَ مَقصوديَ يَزيدَ وَبَردَهُ

وَلكِنَّ قَصدي كانَ أَنظُرَ الزَّهرا

It was not that Yazid was my goal and his coldness

Rather, my aim was to look upon the flowers