يا صاحِبَيَّ تَرَوَّحا بِمَطِيَّتي

إِنَّ الظِباءَ بِذي الأَراكِ سَلَبنَني

O my friends, go for a ride on my she-camel,

For the gazelles have robbed me in Dhi Al-Arak.

سيرا فَقَد وَقَفَ الطَعينُ لِما بِهِ

مُستَسلِماً وَنَجا الَّذي لَم يُطعَنِ

Travel on, for the one who did not stab stopped his slander,

Having surrendered, and the one who was not stabbed survived.

ما سَرَّني وَقَنا اللِحاظِ تَنوشُني

أَنّي هُناكَ قَتيلُ غَيرِ الأَعيُنِ

It did not please me to drink from the spring of life,

That I am a slain one, though not before their eyes.