يا رَبَّةَ الخِدرِ عُدّي ميتَةً وَسَناً

فَإِنَّما أَنتِ إِحدى الغيدِ مِن مُضَرِ

O Lady of the tent, count me among the dead

For you are but one of the maidens of Mudar

طيبي ضَميراً بِأَمرٍ لا مَحيدَ لَهُ

يَلقاهُ بِالرَغمِ أَهلُ البَدوِ وَالحَضَرِ

Be content with an inescapable matter

Which the people of the deserts and towns must face

لَم تُكفَهُ الخُضرُ مِن لُؤمٍ وَلا كَرَمٍ

وَلا تَجاوَزَ عَن موسى وَلا الخَضِرِ

Neither greenness could spare him from blame or nobility

Nor did he transcend Moses or al-Khidr

لَو كانَتِ الريحُ تَحتي ما نَجَوتُ بِها

فَكَيفَ أَنجو بِذاتِ الشَدِّ وَالحُضُرِ

If the wind were under my control, I would not have survived

So how can I survive such firmness and resolve?