خَليليَّ إِنَّ السَّيلَ قَد بَلَغَ الزُّبى

فَهَل مِن سَبيلٍ لي إِلى أُمِّ مالِكِ

My beloved, the torrent has reached the trees,

Is there any way for me to Umm Malik's abode?

وَلَو رَقَّ لي قَلباكُما لارتَدَيتُما

بِلَيلٍ مَريضِ النَّجمِ أَسوَدَ حالِكِ

Had your hearts softened towards me, I would have put you both

In a night whose stars were in gloomy state.

وَعادَتْ خِماصاً مِن مُمارَسَةِ السُّرى

بُطونُ المَطايا في ظُهورِ المَهالِكِ

The bellies of my she-camels turned lean

From journeying in the dark to visit my beloved.

كَما كُنتُ أَلقى مَن يُبيحُ حِماكُما

بِأَسمَرَ عَسّالٍ وَأَبيَضَ باتِكِ

As I used to ward off anyone desiring to dishonor you,

With a brown spear and white shining sword.

صِلي يا بنَةَ الأَشرافِ أَروَعَ ماجِداً

بَعيدَ مَناطِ الهَمِّ جَمَّ المَسالِكِ

Pray, O daughter of nobility, for the most glorious hero,

Far from worries, crossing many lands.

فَلا تَترُكيهِ بَينَ شاكٍ وَشاكِرٍ

وَمُطْرٍ وَمُغتابٍ وَباكٍ وَضاحِكِ

Do not leave him between a doubter and a thanker,

A rainy, blaming, crying, laughing one.

فَقَد ذَلَّ حَتَّى كادَ يَرحَمُهُ العِدا

وَما الحُبُّ يا ظَمياءُ إِلّا كَذلِكِ

He became so humiliated as if enemies pitied him,

Such is love, O Samiya.