وَلَيلَتَنا عِندَ العَويرِ بِقُطقُطٍ

وَثانِيَةً أُخرى بِمَولى اِبنِ أَقعَسا

At Al-Awair we camped, with cries of spotted owl,

Then yet another night with Ibn Aqassa's boy

نَزَلنا بِلا غُسٍّ وَلا عاتِمِ القِرى

وَلا هَدَنَتهُ الخَمرُ عَنّا فَيَنعُسا

We stayed awake, no tent, no gloom of settled home

Wine stirred us not to drowsiness and sleepy pose

فَجاءَ بِها بَعدَ الكَرى فارِسِيَّةً

مُشَعشَعَةً أَحيَت عِظاماً وَأَنفُسا

Then after war's travail, he brought a Persian cup

That cheered up bones and souls in shining radiance

كَأَنّي كَرَرتُ الكَأسَ ساعَةَ كَرِّها

عَلى ناشِصٍ شَمَّت حُواراً مُلَبَّسا

As though I tipped the cup repeatedly in hate

On tick-infested hound who barked through muzzle straps

فَأَصبَحَ مِنها الوائِلِيُّ كَأَنَّهُ

سَقيمٌ تَمَشّى داؤُهُ حينَ أَسلَسا

Next morn Al-Waili was as if diseased, when he

Walked feebly as his sickness stalked him with smooth gait