يَقولُ أُناسٌ في حَبيناءَ عايَنوا

عِمارَةَ رَحلي مِن طَريفٍ وَتالِدِ

People in Habina saw the adornment of my saddlebags

From fine craft and stitching, new and antique.

أَصادَفتَ كَنزاً أَم صَبَحتَ بِغارَةٍ

ذَوي غِرَّةٍ حاميهُمُ غَيرُ شاهِدِ

"Did you find buried treasure or raid by night

Hotheads whose rage boiled, no one to curb it?"

فَقُلتُ لَهُم لا ذا وَلا ذاكَ دَيدَني

وَلَكِنَّني أَقبَلتُ مِن عِندِ خالِدِ

I said, "It's neither this nor that, my way

Rather I came from being with Khaled."

جَذَبتُ نَداهُ غُدوَةَ السَبتِ جَذبَةً

فَخَرَّ صَريعاً بَينَ أَيدي القَصائِدِ

I pulled his rope on Saturday dawn, pulled hard,

He fell dead amid odes I had composed.

فَأُبتُ بِنُعمى مِنهُ بَيضاءَ لَدنَةٍ

كَثيرَةِ قَرحٍ في قُلوبِ الحَواسِدِ

So I was blessed by his bounty, pure and plentiful,

Wounds in the hearts of the envious multitudes.

هِيَ الناهِدُ الرَيا إِذا نِعمَةُ اِمرِئٍ

سُواهُ غَدَت مَمسوحَةً غَيرَ ناهِدِ

It is the star of good fortune when a man's bounty

Makes all others but it seem effaced, no longer radiant.

فَزَعتُ عِقابَ الأَرضِ وَالشِعرِ مادِحاً

لَهُ فَاِرتَقى بي في عِقابِ المَحامِدِ

I climbed the heights of earth and poetry praising

Him, so climbed by his power the peaks of praise.

فَأَلبَسَني مِن أُمَّهاتِ تِلادِهِ

وَأَلبَستُهُ مِن أُمَّهاتِ قَلائِدي

He clothed me in the mothers of his lineages noble,

I clothed him in the mothers of my necklaces and jewels.