ذَرا اللَومَ يا بني سالِمٍ إِنَّ صَبوَتي

رَمَتْ كُلَّ لاحٍ مِن إِبائي بِمُسكِتِ

Spare me your blame, O son of Salim,

My passion hurled arrows at the tents of my enemies.

أَمُرُّ بِحُزوى مُطرِقاً خيفَةَ العِدا

وَإِن أَرَ مِنهُم غَفلَةً أَتَلَفَّتِ

I pass by their abodes stealthily, watching for their negligence,

And when I find them off guard, I pounce.

وَلَولا الهَوى لَم أَتَّبِعْ خُدَعَ المُنى

فَلا تَطمَعا في زَلَّةِ المُتَثبِّتِ

If not for desire, I would not have followed the deceits of fate.

So do not hope for a misstep from one so steadfast.

أَيا دَهرُ لِم فَرَّقتَ بَينَ أَحِبَّتي

وَما تَبتَغي مِن شَمليَ المُتَشَتِّتِ

O time, why did you separate me from my beloved,

What do you gain from scattering my gathering?

وَلي كَبِدٌ حَرَّى فَها هِيَ أُلقِيَتْ

إِلَيكَ فَصَدِّعْ كَيفَ شِئتَ وَفَتِّتِ

I have a burning liver, here, I cast it to you,

Shatter it as you wish, crush and pulverize it.