صَحَوتُ وَزايَلَني باطِلي

لَعَمرُ أَبيكَ زِيالاً طَويلا

I woke up and my vain thoughts left me

By the life of your father they were prolonged companions

وَأَصبَحتُ لا نَزِقاً بِاللِحاءِ

وَلا لِلُحومِ صَديقي أَكولا

And I became, seeking no food or meat

My friend, that I would eat

وَلا سابِقي كاشِحٌ نازِحٌ

بِذَحلٍ إِذا ما طَلَبتُ الذُحولا

Nor a racing horse, impetuous and swift

With slender legs, when I sought amusement

فَأَصبَحتُ أَعدَدتُ لِلنائِبا

تِ عِرضاً بَريئاً وَعَضباً صَقيلا

So I prepared to face misfortunes

With a pure reputation and polished rage

وَوَقعَ لِسانٍ كَحَدِّ السِنانِ

وَرُمحاً طَويلَ القَناةِ عَسولا

And a sharp tongue like the edge of blades

And a long speared lance that flows easily

وَسابِغَةً مِن جِيادِ الدُرو

عِ تَسمَعُ لِلسَيفِ فيها صَليلا

And a generous steed from excellent stock

That you hear the sword ringing in it

كَماءِ الغَديرِ زَفَتهُ الدَبورُ

يَجُرُّ المُدَجِّجُ مِنها فُضولا

Like the water of a pool dragged by the winds

Pulling overflowing floods within it