يا خُدُودَ الحُورِ في إِخجالها

قَد عَلتها حُمرَةٌ مُكتَسَبَه

O cheeks of the fair maidens in their shyness

Blushing crimson, though unbidden, it dyes them

اِغتَربنا أَنتِ من بَجّانَةٍ

وَأَنا مُغتَرِبٌ مِن قُرطُبَه

We are both expatriates, you from Bejaya

I from Cordoba, though now side by side

وَاِجتَمَعنا عِندَ إِخوان صَفاً

بِالنَّدى أَموالُهُم مُنتَهَبَه

With brethren we gather, good company all

Their wealth as the dew, though all gone it be

عُصبَةٌ إِن سُئِلَت عَن نِسبَةٍ

فَإِلى أَرقَمِها مُنتَسِبَه

A tribe, if you ask whence they hail

To their marks, their lineage, they point for reply

إِن لَثمي لَك قُدّامَهُمُ

لَيسَ فيهِ فعلة مُستَغربَه

Before them should my lips touch yours

No strange deed it would be, nothing to shy from

لاجتماعٍ في اِغتِرابٍ بَيننا

قَبَّل المُغتَرِبُ المُغتَرِبَه

For exiles to meet thus in exile bound

The exile may kiss the exile he's found