1. سَقَى اللهُ رَمْلَيْ كوفَنَ الغيثَ حَافِلاً

    بِهِ الضَّرْعُ مِنْ جَوْنِ الرَّبابَيْنِ وَابلِ

    God watered my sand dunes, covering them with heavy rainclouds

    The udder was filled by it, from the sides of the two cisterns

  2. وَفَضَّتْ نَسيماً يُعْبِقُ التُّرْبَ نَشْرُهُ

    بِها رَكَضاتُ الرِّيحِ بَيْنَ الخَمائِلِ

    And it poured a breeze, whose diffusion perfumes the soil

    With it, the prancing of the wind, between the swaying palms

  3. وَلا زالَ فيها الظِّلُّ أَلْمَى تَلَفَّتتْ

    إليهِ صَباً تَعتادُهُ بالأَصائِلِ

    And its shade still touches gently, turned

    Toward it the morning, accustomed to it at the thickets

  4. مَواقِعُ عَرّاصِ الشَّآبيبِ تَحْتَمي

    بِأَسْمَرَ رَقّاصِ الأَنابِيبِ ذابِلِ

    The places of the doe’s pasturing hide

    Beneath the dark dancer of the slender shoots, fading

  5. وَيَأْوي إِلَيْها كُلُّ أَروعَ يَرْتَقِي

    إِلى المَجْدِ حُرِّ البَأْسِ حُلْوِ الشَّمائِلِ

    And to it returns every elegant gazelle, rising

    To glory, fierce in valor, sweet in grace

  6. لَبيقٍ بِتَصْريفِ القَناةِ إِذَا سَما

    إِلى الحَرْبِ صُلْبِ العُودِ رِخْوِ الحَمائِلِ

    Quick in steering the canal, when it rises

    To battle, firm of shaft, loose of sheath

  7. نَماهُ إِلى فَرْعَيْ أُمَيَّةَ عُصْبَةٌ

    تَذِلُّ لَها طَوْعاً رِقابُ القبائِلِ

    It grew under the protection of the tribe of Umayyah

    To which voluntarily bow the necks of tribes

  8. بِأَيْديهمُ تَهْتَزُّ ناصِيَةُ العُلا

    وَيَحْتَلبُ العافِي أَفاوِيقَ نائِلِ

    In their hands the forelock of elevation shakes

    And the unblemished milks the udder of the attainer

  9. سَأَكْفيهمُ الخَطْبَ الجَسيمَ بِصارِمٍ

    تَمَطَّى المَنايا بَيْنَ غَرْبَيْهِ ناحِلِ

    I will suffice them the grave affair with a sharp sword

    That tastes deaths between its two edges, harvesting

  10. وَأُلْثِمُ نَحْرَ القِرْنِ كُلَّ مُثَقَّفٍ

    بَصيرٍ إِذا أَشْرَعْتُهُ بِالْمَقاتِلِ

    And I stab the throat of every cultivated eloquent one

    Insightful, when I unleash him with the killers

  11. فَقَدْ بَسَطتْ باعي بِهِ خُنْزُوانَةٌ

    تَضمَّنُ يَوْمَ الرَّوعِ رِيَّ المَناصِلِ

    So I extended through it the purse of my protector

    Which includes on the day of panic the flow of casualties