عَشية غادَرتُ الحَليس كَأَنَّه

عَلى النَحرِ مِنهُ لون بُردٍ مَحبَّرِ

In the evening I left my companion as though

On his neck was the color of embroidered silk

جَمَعتُ له كَفّي بِلَدنٍ يَزينُهُ

سِنانٌ كَمِصباحِ الدُجى المتسعَرِ

I gathered in my palms a spear that adorns him

With teeth like lamps illuminating the darkness

فَلَم أَرقِهِ إِن يَنجُ منها وَإِن يَمُت

فَطعنة لا غَسٍّ وَلا بمغمَّرِ

Whether he survives it or dies, I do not care

A clean stab, no poison, and no dagger