طافَ الخَيالُ عَلَينا لَيلَةَ الوادي
لِآلِ أَسماءَ لَم يُلمِم لِميعادِ
The imagination roamed over us the night of the valley
For the family of Asma, no tryst has been fixed
أَنّى اِهتَدَيتَ لِرَكبٍ طالَ سَيرُهُمُ
في سَبسَبٍ بَينَ دَكداكٍ وَأَعقادِ
Whence did you find guidance to a caravan whose journey was prolonged
In the twisting of a valley between pounding and knots
يُكَلِّفونَ سُراها كُلَّ يَعمَلَةٍ
مِثلَ المَهاةِ إِذا ما اِحتَثَّها الحادي
They task the saddlebags, each saddle they put to work
Like the bellows when the blower kindles it
أَبلِغ أَبا كَرِبٍ عَنّي وَأُسرَتَهُ
قَولاً سَيَذهَبُ غَوراً بَعدَ إِنجادِ
Take word to Abū Karib and his family
A saying that will fade into the wilderness after being transmitted
يا عَمروُ ما راحَ مِن قَومٍ وَلا اِبتَكَروا
إِلّا وَلِلمَوتِ في آثارِهِم حادي
O Amr, no people have departed nor migrated
Except that to their traces the guide of death leads
فَإِن رَأَيتَ بِوادٍ حَيَّةً ذَكَراً
فَاِمضِ وَدَعني أُمارِس حَيَّةَ الوادي
So if you see in a valley a male serpent
Then go, and leave me to contend with the valley’s serpent
لَأَعرِفَنَّكَ بَعدَ المَوتِ تَندُبُني
وَفي حَياتِيَ ما زَوَّدتَني زادي
I will recognize you after death mourning me
And in my life you did not provision me
إِنَّ أَمامَكَ يَوماً أَنتَ مُدرِكُهُ
لا حاضِرٌ مُفلِتٌ مِنهُ وَلا بادي
Before you is a day you will attain
Neither present nor absent can escape it
فَاِنظُر إِلى فيءِ مُلكٍ أَنتَ تارِكُهُ
هَل تُرسَيَنَّ أَواخيهِ بِأَوتادِ
Look to the shade of a kingdom you are leaving
Can you peg down its tent poles?
إِذهَب إِلَيكَ فَإِنّي مِن بَني أَسَدٍ
أَهلِ القِبابِ وَأَهلِ الجُردِ وَالنادي
Go away from me, for I am of the Banū Asad
People of tents and open country and pasture
قَد أَترُكُ القِرنَ مُصفَرّاً أَنامِلُهُ
كَأَنَّ أَثوابَهُ مُجَّت بِفِرصادِ
I leave the bow yellowed, its strings discolored
As if its wrappings were steeped in weld
أَوجَرتُهُ وَنَواصي الخَيلِ شاحِبَةٌ
سَمراءَ عامِلُها مِن خَلفِهِ بادي
I strung it while the horses' forelocks were bleached
Dun is their groom behind them, visible