أُقيم طَليقاً بِالحِمى وَأَسيرُ

وَقَلبِيَ بِالخَدِّ الأَثيلِ أَسيرُ

I stand free in the sanctuary, yet I'm a captive

My heart is a captive of the smooth cheek

وَأَبكي وَلي صَبرٌ بَكيءٌ قليبُهُ

وَدَمعٌ عَلى الظبى الغَرير غَزيرُ

I weep, and my weeping heart is very patient

Tears pouring on the gazelle's back are plenty

برامَةَ آرام وَأُسدٌ خَوادِرٌ

فَثَمَّ بُغامٌ يَلتَقي وَزَئيرُ

Brama's relaxation, and roaring lions

So there are young camels meeting and neighing

أَوانِسُ نورٍ باسِمات ثُغورُها

بِنَورِ أَقاحٍ مِنهُ أَشرَقَ نورُ

Lamps of light with bright cheeks their strongholds

With bright stars' light that emitted light from it

وَبيضٌ وَسُمرٌ دونَهُنَّ سُرادقٌ

مِنَ البيضِ وَالسُمرِ اللِدانِ وَسورُ

And white and brown, below them are litters

Made of white and brown leather and fences

ثُغورُ ظِباءٍ حُصِّنَت بِشَبا الظبى ال

مَواضي فَهَل تِلكَ الثُغورُ ثُغورُ

Strongholds of gazelles fortified with gazelle shrubs not plains so are those really strongholds

And I have images in a turbulent sea its domes

وَبي صوَرٌ في بَحرِ زَغفٍ قِبابها

مُحيطٌ بِها بَحرٌ كَذَلِكَ صورُ

Surrounded by a sea that’s how the images are

They shook supple well-fed as if they are

هَزَزنَ قَدوداً مائِساتٍ كَأَنَّها

غُصونٌ عَلى الكُثبِ الدِهاسِ تَمورُ

Branches on the fertile body that bears fruit

Braids of pretty one who plaited with chaste young men

عَقائِلُ صينَت مِن عُقَيلٍ بِفِتيةٍ

كَأَنَّهُمُ فَوقَ الجِيادِ صُقورُ

As if they are eagles above the steeds