سَرَت بِقَوامٍ يَسرِقُ اللُبَّ ناعِمٍ

إِلى مُدلَجٍ تَلقى البُرى أُختُ مُدلَجِ

She walked with a figure that steals hearts, so gentle,

To a tryst where she meets the hills, sister of another tryst,

وَقَد حارَ هادي الرَكبِ وَاللَيلُ ضارِبٌ

بِأَوراقِهِ وَالصُبحُ لَم يَتَبَلَّجِ

The guide of the caravan was lost, and night was falling

With its leaves, and dawn had not yet glimmered,

تَكابَدُ خَضراءَ الحَنادِسِ جَونَةً

ذَخيرَتُها مِن بَدرِها نِصفُ دُملُجِ

Enduring the green locust trees, she was passionate,

Her provision was half a pendant from her full moon.

إِلى أَن بَدا فَجرٌ يُكَشِّفُ نَهجَهُ

لَنا بِلِسانٍ مُفَصِّحٍ غَيرَ لَجلَجِ

Until a dawn appeared, revealing its path,

To us in eloquent speech, not stammering,

وَإِن خَلَجَت عَينٌ لِبَينٍ فَحَسبُها

مِنَ البينِ يَومٌ مِن رَداً مُتَخَلَّجِ

If an eye despairs for a loved one, it is enough

For it from separation a day of tossing and turning,

كَفى حَزناً أَنَّ الفَتى بَعدَ سَومِهِ

تَقولُ لَهُ الأَيّامُ في جَدَثٍ لِج

Sorrow is enough that after his perfection

The days say to him in a grave, “Cling!”

وَكَم وَطِأَت أَقدامُنا في تُرابِها

جَبينَ أَخي كِبرٍ وَهامَةَ أَبلَجِ

And how many times our feet trod on its soil,

The forehead of my elder brother and the prominent nose of Abu Lahab.