أَبكي لِصَخرٍ إِذا ناحَت مُطَوَّقَةٌ

حَمامَةٌ شَجوَها وَرقاءُ بِالوادي

I weep for a rock when a turtledove confined

Coos her laments, and the greenish become drab in the valley,

إِذا تَلَأَّمَ في زَغفٍ مُضاعَفَةٍ

وَصارِمٍ مِثلِ لَونِ المِلحِ جَرّادِ

When she moans during a repeated gale

And swaying spears like the hue of salt locusts,

وَنَبعَةٍ ذاتِ إِرنانٍ وَوَلوَلَةٍ

وَمارِنِ العودِ لا كَزٍّ وَلا عادِ

And a spring amid bent twigs and stirrings,

And the thickets' bendings, neither crooked nor bent.

سَمحُ الخَليقَةِ لا نِكسٌ وَلا غُمُرٌ

بَل باسِلٌ مِثلُ لَيثِ الغابَةِ العادي

Magnanimous, neither devious nor gloomy,

But valiant like the forest’s wonted lion,

مِن أُسدِ بَيشَةَ يَحمي الخِلَّ ذي لِبَدٍ

مِن أَهلِهِ الحاضِرِ الأُدنَينِ وَالبادي

From the lions of Bishah who protect the worn garment

Of their clansmen, the nearest and those far away,

وَالمُشبِعُ القَومِ إِن هَبَّت مُصَرصَرَةٌ

نَكباءُ مُغبَرَّةٌ هَبَّت بِصُرّادِ

And who satisfy people should a gritty

Gust blow, dusty, blowing with hot wind.