مَعاهِدُها والعَهْدُ يُنْسى ويُذْكَرُ

على عَذَباتِ الجِزْعِ تَخْفى وتَظْهَرُ

Her pact and the covenant are forgotten and remembered

On the sweet anguishes of grief they hide and appear

وأشْلاءِ دارٍ بالمُحَصِّبِ منْ مِنىً

وَقَفْتُ بِها والأرْحَبيّ تَهْدِرُ

And the ruins of a house in Muhassab from Mina

I stood at it while Al-Arhaby was rumbling

أُسائِلُها والعَيْنُ شَكْرى منَ البُكا

وهُنَّ نَحيلاتُ المَعالِمِ دُثَّرُ

I ask it while my eyes are thankfulness of crying

And they are slender landmarks covered

وأسْتَخْبِرُ الأطْلالَ عنْ ساكِني الحِمى

فلا الدّمْعُ يَشْفيني ولا الرّبْعُ يُخْبِرُ

And I ask the ruins about the inhabitants Al-Hema

So neither tears cure me nor does the plain inform

كأنّ دِيارَ العامريّةِ باللِّوى

صَحائِفُ تَطويها اللّيالي وتَنْشُرُ

It is as if Diyar Al-Aamiriya with twigs

Pages that the nights fold and unfold

فهَلْ عَبْرَةٌ تَقْضي المَعاهِدَ حَقّها

كما يَسْتهِلُّ اللّؤلُؤُ المُتَحدِّرُ

Is there a moral that fulfills pacts their right

As pearls cascade down polished

ولي مُقْلةٌ ما تَسْتَريحُ إِلى البُكا

بحُزْوى فقد ألْوى بدَمْعي مُحَجَّرُ

And I have an affliction that does not rest crying

For the loss of loved ones my tears petrified

فهَلْ عَلِمَ الغَيْرانُ أني على النّوى

وإنْ ساءَهُ مِنْ حُبّ سَمْراءَ أسْهَرُ

Did strangers know that for love of a brunette

I stay up at night and if it saddened him from the love of Salma I am biased

وأُغْضي على حُكْمِ الهَوى وهْوَ جائِرٌ

فما لسُلَيْمَى واعُهَيْداهُ تَغْدِرُ

I see the judgment of passion though it is unjust

So why Sulayma and Ohaida betray

أتُنْصِفُني أُخْتُ العُرَيْبِ وقد أرى

مُوَشَّحَها يَعْدو علَيْهِ المُؤَزَّرُ

Does the sister of Oreib do me justice and I see

Her lover surpasses her dressing in velocity

هِلاليّةٌ تَرْنو إليّ بمُقْلةٍ

على خَفَرٍ تَصْحو مِراراً وتَسْكَرُ

Crescent-shaped glancing at me with affliction

On a carpet she often sobers and gets drunk

وتَكْسِرُ جَفْنَيْها علي نَجَلٍ بِها

كما أطْبَقَ العَيْنَ الكَحيلَةَ جُؤْذَرُ

And she squints her eyelids for a youth in her

As the kohl encircled her hazel eyes

أسَمْراءُ كَمْ منْ نَظْرَةٍ فُلَّ غَرْبُها

بوَطْفاءَ يَطْغى دَمْعُها المُتَحيِّرُ

Brunette, how many a glance whose dusk

With tears overflowing bewildered

وألْوي إليكِ الجِيدَ حتى كأنني

لفَرْطِ التِفاتي نَحو يَبْرينَ أَصْوَرُ

And I incline to you gently as if

Because of my frequent turning toward Yabrin I sculpt

ذَكَرْتُكِ والوَجْناءُ يَدْمى أظَلُّها

وتَشْكو الحَفى والأرْحَبيّاتُ تَزْفِرُ

I remembered you and the acacia bled its shade

And the terrains complain and roar

كأني وإيّاها منَ السَّيْرِ والسُّرى

جَديلٌ كَجِرْمِ الأفعُوانِ مُخَصَّرُ

As if it and I, from travel and ancestry

Are a braid like the curl of two serpents intertwined

ولَولاكِ لمْ أقْطَعْ نِياطَ تَنوفَةٍ

كصَدْرِ أبي المِغْوارِ والعِيسُ حُسَّرُ

And had it not been for you, I would not have crossed the Straits of Tanuf

Like the chest of my father Al-Migwar and Oais embellished

وإني إذا ما انْسابَ في الأعْيُنِ الكَرى

يَخُبُّ ببَزّي أعْوَجيٌّ مُضَمَّرُ

And when the wine flows in the large vessels

My camel saddle jerks askew once loaded

وأسْري بعيسٍ كالأهِلّةِ فوقَها

وُجوهٌ منَ الأقْمارِ أبْهى وأنْوَرُ

And I travel on Oais like the crescent above it

Faces from moons more splendid and brighter

ويُعْجِبُني نَفْحُ العَرارِ وربّما

شَمَخْتُ بعِرْنيني وقد فاحَ عَنْبَرُ

And I like the scent of moth and sometimes

I bridle with my nose ring for ambergris circulated

ويَخْدِشُ غِمدي بالحِمي صَفحةَ الثّرى

إذا جرَّ مِن أذْيالِهِ المُتحضِّرُ

And it scratches my scabbard the surface of the ground

When its train adorned with gold is dragged

فما العَيْشُ إلا الضّبُّ يَحرِشُهُ الفَتى

ووِرْدٌ بمُسْتَنِّ اليَرابيعِ أكْدَرُ

So life is nothing but chasing prey for the youth

And roses in the thorn bushes bitterer

بحَيثُ يلُف المَرْءُ أطْنابَ بَيْتِهِ

على العِزِّ والكُومُ المَراسيلُ تُنْحَرُ

Wherein one wraps the cords of his house

On glory while the piles of firewood kindled

ويُغْشى ذَراهُ حينَ يُسْتَعْتَمُ القِرى

ويَسْمو إليهِ الطّارِقُ المُتَنوِّرُ

And its sparks cover him when the villages darkened

And the bright star rises to it

كأني بهِ جارُ الأميرِ مفَرِّجٍ

فلا عَيْشَ إلا وهْوَ ريّانُ أخْضَرُ

As if I am the neighbor of the amir Mufarrij

So there is no life except what is green and lush

ضَرَبْتُ إليهِ صَدْرَ كلِّ نَجيبةٍ

لها نَظَرٌ شَطرَ النّوائِبِ أخْزَرُ

I set my chest to every highborn woman

Who has a glance in the direction of misfortunes green

فحَطّتْ بهِ رَحْلَ المُكِلِّ وظَهْرُها

منَ الشُّكْرِ والشِّعْرِ المُحَبَّرِ مُوقَرُ

So it dropped its journey’s bags and its back

Was honored with gratitude and ornate poetry

ونِيرانُهُ حَيثُ العِشارُ دِماؤها

تُراقُ ويُذْكيها الوَشيجُ المُكَسَّرُ

And its fires where the becamels' blood

Is shed and ignited by the broken firestone

وزُرْنا فِناءً لمْ تَزَلْ في عِراصِهِ

مِدائِحُ تُروَى أو جِباهٌ تُعَفَّرُ

And we visited a courtyard whose platforms

Were hymns recited or faces painted

وحاطَ حِمى المُلْكِ الذي دونَ نَيْلِهِ

يُقَدُّ بأطْرافِ الرِّماحِ السّنَوَّرُ

And it protected the kingdom whose attainment

Is only by the tips of embellished spears

ويُفْلى لَبانُ الأعوَجيّ ويَرْتَدى

إذا اشْتَجرَتْ زُرْقُ الأسِنّةِ عِثْيَرُ

And the resin of curved wood is squeezed out and worn

When the tongues of the youths skirmished noisily

تَواضَعَ إذا ألْفى مُعرَّسَ مَجْدِهِ

مَناطَ السُّها يشْأَى المُلوكَ ويَبْهَرُ

It behaved modestly when it found glory

To be the goal of ambition that makes kings dazzle

وما هَزّهُ تِيهُ الإمارَةِ والذي

يُصادِفُها في ثِنْيِ عِطْفَيْهِ يَنْظُرُ

And the loss of power did not shake him, but he who

Encounters it by the bend of its horizon sees

فكُلُّ حَديثٍ بالخَصاصَةِ عَهْدُهُ

إذا رَفَعَتْهُ ثَرْوَةٌ يتكبَّرُ

So every hadith with gossip, its era

When wealth raised it, becomes arrogant

دَعاني إليكَ الفَضْلُ والمجْدُ والعُلا

وبَذْلُ الندىً والمَنْصِبُ المُتَخيَّرُ

Your merit, glory, and highness invited me

And generosity and selected rank

وقد شَمَلَتْني نِعْمَةٌ أنتَ ربُّها

هيَ الرّوضُ غاداهُ الحَيا وهْوَ مُغْزِرُ

And a blessing has included me, you are its lord

It is the meadow the beloved revived lush

وكم ماجِدٍ يَبْغي ثَناءً أصوغُهُ

ولكنني عنْ مَدْحِ غَيرِكَ أزْوَرُ

And how many glorious I want to praise

But I avoid praising anyone but you

فكُلُّ كِنانيٍّ بعِزِّكَ يَحْتَمي

وسَيْبِكَ يَستغْني وسيْفِكَ يُنصَرُ

So every close friend in your honor takes refuge

And by your sword he becomes victorious and supported