يا رَبَّةَ البُرقُعِوالوجهُ أَغَرّْ

يشرقُ بدراً في ظلامٍ مِن شَعَرْ

O maid of the veil and the radiant face

A full moon shines in the darkness of her hair

إِنّي أَرى رَبعَكِ بالجزعِ دَثَرْ

تُميتُهُ الرِّيحُ ويحمِيهِ المَطَرْ

I see your quarter in mourning, cloaked

The wind kills it, and the rain protects it

بما يُرى أَخضر رَفَّاف الزَّهَرْ

وَرَوضُهُ رَيّانُ مَجّاجُ الغُدُرْ

With what is seen, green, leafy blossoms

And its meadow, verdant, turbulent with perfidy

به ثرىً يقطر حينَ يُعتَصَرْ

فأَهلُهُ الأَنجُمُ وَاللَيلُ سَحَرْ

With earth that drips when pressed

So its people are the stars and the bewitching night

وهو كابهامِ قطاةٍ أَو نَغَرْ

وَكُلُّ لَيلٍ صالِحٍ فيهِ قِصَرْ

It is like the thumbs of a kitten or a baby gazelle

And every good night in it there is a palace

حَلَّتْ به إِحدى بُنَيّاتِ مُضَرْ

كَأَنَّها إِذا رَنتْ على حَذَرْ

One of the girls of Mudar descended there

It is as if when she sings softly in caution

ريمٌ أَحسَّ نَبأَةً ثم نَظَرْ

بكيتُ حين اِبتَسمَتْ على خَفَرْ

A loving man sensed news then looked

I cried when she smiled carefully

فكادَ أَن يَلتَقِطَ الحيُّ دُرَرْ

Nearly the living would pick up pearls