فَإِن تَنجُ مِنها يا حَزيمَ بنَ طارِقٍ

فَقَد تَرَكَت ما خَلفَ ظَهرِكَ بَلقَعا

If you survive it, O wise Hazima son of Tariq

Then you have left behind what was behind your back as ruins

وَنادى مُنادي الحَيِّ أَن قَد أُتيتُمُ

وَقَد شَرِبَت ماءَ المَزادَةِ أَجمَعا

And the caller of the living called out that you have come

And you all drank the water of al-Mazada to the last drop

وَقُلتُ لِكَأسٍ أَلجِميها فَإِنَّما

نَزَلنا الكَثيبَ مِن زَرودَ لِنَفزَعا

And I said to the cup “Calm it down” for we only

Came down the hill from Zarud to take a rest

كَأَنَّ بِليتَيها وَبَلدَةِ نَحرِها

مِنَ النَّبلِ كُرَّاثَ الصَّريمِ المُنَزَّعا

As if its quiver and the pit of its throat

Were from the arrows the outpouring torrent washed away

فَأَدرَكَ إِبقاءَ العَرادَةِ ظَلعُها

وَقَد جَعَلَتني مِن حَزيمَةَ إِصبَعا

But its surviving rib reached Ibqa’s ascent

And it made of me, from Hazima, a finger

أَمَرتُكُمُ أَمري بِمُنعَرَجِ اللِّوى

وَلا أَمرَ لِلمَعصِيِّ إِلّا مُضَيَّعا

I ordered you at the winding ascent of Liwa

And no order to the disobedient except to waste away

إِذا المَرءُ لَم يَغشَ الكَريهَةَ أَوشَكَت

حِبالُ الهُوَينا بِالفَتى أَن تَقَطَّعا

When a man does not cheat fate, soon

The ropes of love will be cut off from the young man