نعم هذي الدِّيارُ فحيِّهُنَّه

تَحيَّةَ مُغَرمِ بِطُلولِهُنَّه

Yes, these are the abodes, so greet them

With the greeting of one enamored of their length

أَعِرني وَقفةً يا سَعدُ فيها

لِتُسعِدَني تكن لكَ أيُّ مِنَّه

Grant me a standing, O Saad, wherein

You make me happy, be that one of them

ديارٌ حَقُّهنَّ عليَّ فرضٌ

وإن أَضحت على العُشَّاقِ سُنَّة

Abodes whose right upon me is duty

Though upon lovers it’s become tradition

كَفاها الوَكفُ من دمَعي إذا ما

جَفَت سُحبُ الرَّبيعِ رُبوعَهُنَّه

It suffices that my tear's halt when

The clouds of spring dry up their meadows

فلي أجفانُ دمعٍ ليسَ تألو

تَسُحُّ لها غُيوثٌ مُرجَحنَّه

I’ve eyelids with tears that do not cease

Though comforts flow to them copiously

شَكونا جَوَّها ولَها قُلوبُ

من البينِ الُمشَتتِ مُطمَئِنَّه

We complained of their weather, and hearts

From the distant scatter are tranquil

أما وظبائها العين اللَّواتي

مضت بدمي ظُبا الحاظِهنَّه

As for their gazelles, the does whose eyes

Passed, taking my blood their premier game

لقد ملكت بها رِقِّي جفونٌ

مُجرَّدةٌ عليَّ سُيوفُهنَّه

With them my tenderness, eyelids gained

Bared swords against me, honed their edges

كأنَّ قُدودَهُنَّ رِماحُ خطِّ

عملنَ لهنَّ من حدقِ أسنَّه

As if their slender waists were lances’ points

Made for them from the keenest iron

إذا ما ملِنَ قلتُ غصونُ بانٍ

وقد أثقلنَهُنَّ ثِمارَهُنَّه

When the branches of the acacia bend

Laden with their ripened fruits

أظُنُّ سوادَ فَودي حين ولَّى

وقد وَلَّينَ كانَ حَلِيفَهُنَّه

I think my cheek’s dusk when it turned away

Was its companion as it turned from them