عاسِرَة بِراكِبٍ مَحلُوقِ

وَلَم تُسَوِّغنِى بَقايا الرِّيقِ

A late night traveler on a tired mount

The remnants of its saliva could not justify me

خارِجَة مِن الجِبالِ الرُّوقِ

عامِدَة لِمَطلَعِ العَيُّوقِ

Coming out of the softly lit mountains

Heading towards the rise of Al-Ayyouq

ما لَكِ بِالحَرَّةِ من صَدِيقِ

وَلا بِمَرَانَ وَلا العَقِيقِ

You have no friend in Al-Harrat or Maran or Al-Aqeeq

Except me, the clearly lit road

غَيرِى وَغَيرَ وَضَحِ الطَّرِيقِ

وَراجِفاتٍ بُزَّلٍ وَنُوقِ

And startled, peeled palms

That carry the howdah of a smitten lover

يَركَبن نِيرَى لاحِبٍ مَدغُوقِ

ناءى القَرادِيدِ مِنَ البُثُوقِ

Whose neck is rubbed raw from the camel litter

That ends its day with dry provisions

يُمسِى قَطاهُ يَبِسَ الحُلُوقِ

حَنَّت قَلُوصِى وَهىَ فى مَضِيقِ

My heart sighed as it was in a strait

Struck by the flashes of lightning

وَشاقَها لَوامِعُ البُرُوقِ

كَاَنَّها فى وَضَحِ الطَّرِيقِ

As if it were on the clearly lit road

A dove between swift companions

حَمامَة بَينَ خِفافَى نِيقِ

تَنجُو نَجاءَ الاَخرَجِ المَزعُوقِ

It barely escapes the grip of the unsteady hands

Slipping away from those same shaky hands

مَألُوقَةً فى خَطرِهان المَألُوقِ

مَرَّت عَلَى جَمائِلٍ وَنُوقِ

Passing beautiful, graceful palm trees

With stems made firm by abundant water

شَوازِبٍ مِن شِدَّةِ الوَسيقِ

تَنهَضُ فى مُتَّسِعٍ وَضِيقِ

Rising up in broad and narrow valleys

From the base of the date palm of Al-Maflouq

مِن بَطنِ وادِى نَخلَةَ المَفلُوقِ