لَيالٍ ما تُفيقُ مِنَ الرَزايا

فَوَيحي مِن عَجائِبِها وَوَيبي

Nights that do not awaken from afflictions,

Alas for its wonders that make me cry out.

أَعادَت أُسدُها أَسَداً أَكيلاً

وَأَودى ذِئبُها بِأَبي ذُؤَيبِ

Its lions have become ferocious lions again,

And its wolves have killed my father Dhuwayb.