زُهرُ الأَسِنَّة في الهَيجا غَدَت زَهري

غَرَستُ أَشجارَها مُستَجزِلَ الثَمَرِ

The flowers of speech in passion became my flowers

I planted its trees, anticipating the fruit

ما إِن ذَكَرتُ لَها مِن مَعرَكٍ جَلَلٍ

إِلّا تَجَلَّلتُهُ بِالصارِمِ الذكرِ

Whenever I mentioned to it any battle of glory

I adorned it with the mention of the sharp sword

حَتّى غَدَوتُ وَأَعدائي تُخاطِبُني

يا قاتِلَ الناس بِالأَجنادِ وَالفِكَرِ

Until my enemies started addressing me

O killer of people with armies and ideas