وَبِي شَادِنٌ بَيْنَ الحَشَا وَلِحَاظِهِ

عَنَاءُ أبي جَهْلٍ وَحَرْبُ بني عَبْسِ

My companion camping between the bushes and his blanket,

The trouble of Abu Jahl and the war of the tribe of Abs,

مَلِيكُ جَمَالٍ عَزَّ حسناً فَدَيْتُهُ

بِنَفْسِي وَلاَ شَيْءَ أعَزُّ مِنَ النَّفْسِ

The beauty of perfection, his beauty is precious I ransom him

With my soul, nothing is more precious than the soul,

إذَا مَا دَعَاهُ التِّيهُ يَا فتنةَ الضُّحَى

بَدَا فدعاه الحسنُ يا فَاضحَ الشَّمْسِ

When illusion calls him, O the seduction of the morning,

Perfection called him, O the outshiner of the sun.