يا اِبنَ الشَريدِ وَخَيرَ قَيسٍ كُلَّها

خَلَّفتَني في حَسرَةٍ وَتَبَلُّدِ

O son of the nomad and the best of all Qais,

You left me in sorrow and melancholy.

فَلَأَبكِيَنَّكَ ما سَمِعتُ حَمامَةً

تَدعو هَديلاً في فُروعِ الفَرقَدِ

So I will cry for you as long as I hear a dove

Calling sadly from the branches of the chirping bird.

أَنتَ المُهَنَّدُ مِن سُلَيمٍ في العُلى

وَالفَرعُ لَم يَسبِ الكِرامَ بِمَشهَدِ

You are the pillar of Suleim in glory,

And the branch did not insult the generous at the tomb.

قَد كُنتَ حِصناً لِلعَشيرَةِ كُلَّها

وَخَطيبَها عِندَ الهُمامِ الأَصيَدِ

You were a fortress for the whole tribe,

And their speaker at the time of peril and war.

فَاِذهَب وَلا تَبعَد وَكُلُّ مُعَمِّرٍ

سَيَذوقُ كَأسَ مَنِيَّةٍ بِتَنَكُّدِ

So go, do not be far, and every mortal

Will taste the cup of death in sadness.

لِلَّهِ دَرُّ بَني نَهاسِرَ إِنَّهُم

هَدَموا العَمودَ وَأَدرَكوا بِالأَسوَدِ

For God's sake, the clan of Nahasir, they

Demolished the pillar and attained the pitch black.

ضَخمَ الدَسيعَةِ ماجِداً أَعراقُهُ

كَالبَدرِ أَو في طَلعَةٍ كَالأَسعُدِ

The thick-necked Majid, his veins pulsating

Like the full moon or in the rising like the lucky star.