قالَت سُلَيمى لَستَ بِالحادي المُدِل

ما لَكَ لا تَملِكُ أَعضادَ الإِبِل

Sulaima said, "You are not a guide,

Why can't you own the camel's pillars?

رُبَّ اِبنِ عَمٍّ لِسُلَيمى مُشمَعِل

في الشَولِ وَشواشٌ وَفي الحَيِّ رَفِل

The cousin is a flame for Sulaima,

Noisy in Al-Shawl, clamorous and active in Hayy Rafil.

أَحوَسَ بَينَ القَومِ بِالرُمحِ الخَطِل

عاذِلَتي أَبقي قَليلاً مِن عَذَل

Squinting through the spear Al-Khatil,

My lover, leave me with some punishment,

وَإِن تَقولي هالِكٌ أَقُل أَجَل

قَرَّبتُ عَنساً خُلِقَت خَلقَ الجَمَل

And if you say I will perish, make my death nearer.

I saddled a she-camel created like a camel,

لا تَشتَكي ما لَقِيَت مِنَ العَمَل

إِلّا أَصاريفَ نِيارٍ قَد هَزَل

Don't complain about the work you did,

Except the expenses of a day that became less.

كَأَنَّها وَالنَسعُ عَنها قَد فَضَل

وَنَهَلَ السَوطُ بِدَفَّيها وَعَل

As if the bridle and the hobble have been removed from it

And the whip marked its shoulders.

مُوَلَّعٌ يَقرو صَريماً قَد بَقَل

صَبَّ عَلَيهِ قانِصٌ لَمّا غَفَل

A burning lover eating ripe fruits,

Poured on him a bowl when he was inattentive

وَالشَمسُ كَالمِرآةِ في كَفِّ الأَشَل

مُقَلَّداتِ القِدِّ يَقرونَ الدَغَل

And the sun is like a mirror in the palm of the one-eyed.

Wearing the anklets, they eat unripe dates.

ثُمَّ تَرَدّى جانِبَيهِ وَأَدَل

وَزَلَّ كَالإِبريقِ بِالمَتنِ القَبَل

Then he collapsed on his side and bent down,

And slipped like a waterskin on the curved side.

كَأَنَّهُ مُسَربَلٌ وَقَد فَعَل

مُلاءَ كَتّانٍ وَرَيطاً ما اِحتَمَل

As if he is wearing a garment and he did,

A linen filled with cotton that can't withstand

إِلّا الشَوى مِنهُ وَإِلّا المُكتَحَل

Except being roasted by fire or kohl."