شاعَ شِعري في سُلَيمى وَظَهَر

وَراهُ كُلُّ بادٍ وَحَضَر

My poetry spread in Sulayma and appeared

Seen by every wind and settlement

وَتَهادَتهُ العَذارى بَينَها

وَتَغَنَّينَ بِهِ حَتّى اِنتَشَر

The young women passed it between them

And sang it until it spread

قُلتُ قَولاً لِسُلَيمى مُعجِباً

مِثلَ ما قالَ جَميلٌ وَعُمَر

I said words about Sulayma in admiration

Like what Jamīl and ‘Umar said

لَو رَأَينا لِسُلَيمى أَثَراً

لَسَجَدنا أَلفَ أَلفٍ لِلأَثَر

If we saw traces of Sulayma

We would bow down thousands of times to the traces

وَاِتَّخَذناها إِماماً مُرتَضىً

وَلَكانَت حَجَّنا وَالمُعتَمَر

And we would take her as a chosen imam

She would be our pilgrimage and place of worship

إِنَّما بِنتُ سَعيدٍ قَمَرٌ

هَل حَرِجنا إِن سَجَدنا لِلقَمَر

She is but the daughter of Saʿīd, a moon

Is it shameful if we bowed to the moon?