فَمِثلُكَ أَلوى بِالفُؤادِ وَزَارَ بال
عِدادِ وَأَصحا في الحَياةِ وَأَسكَرا
One like you my heart yearns for and my count of days
Visited and my companions in life made drunk
تَغَمَّرتُ مِنها بَعدَما نَفَذَ الصَبا
وَلَم يَروَ مِن ذي حاجَةٍ مَن تَغَمَّرا
I was immersed in it after the vigor of youth drained away
And none needing saw one immersed satiated
فَبِتُّ أُعاطيها الحَديثَ بِمُسنِفٍ
مِنَ اللَيلِ أَبقَتهُ الأَحاديُ أَخضَرا
So I spend the night conversing with a classified
Chronicle the dawns kept green
إِلى ظُعُنٍ ظَلَّت بِجَوِّ أُشاهِمٍ
فَلَمّا مَضى حَدُّ النارِ وَقَصَّرا
To thickets shaded in the air of archers
When the limit of fire passed and was cut off
تَواعَدنَ أَن لا وَعيَ عَن فَرجَ راكِسٍ
فَرُحنَ وَلَم يَغضِرنَ عَن ذاكَ مَغضَرا
They trysted that there be no consciousness of a mounted watcher
They rejoiced and the thickets about them made them not rueful
تَزاوَرنَ عَن مَردٍ وَدافَعنَ رَكنَهُ
لِمُنعَرَجِ الخابورِ حَيثُ تَخبَرا
They visited from a fickleness and repelled its pillar
To the winding stairwell where they experienced
وَعَبَّرنَ عَن فَرقيسَياءَ لِعَرعَرٍ
وَفُرضَةِ نُعمٍ ساءَ ذاكَ مَعَبَّرا
And they crossed hot sands to A'ra'ar
And saddle cushions that was a wretched crossing
تُقَطَّعُ غيطاناً كَأَنَ مُتونَها
إِذا ظَهَرَت تُكسى مُلاءً مُنَشَّرا
Fragmented shifts as if their textures
When they appeared were clad in a scattered fur coat
إِلى نِسوَةٍ مَنَّينَها بِمُثَقَّبٍ
أَمانِيَّ لا يُجدينَ عَنكَ حَبَربَرا
To women whose flanks were pierced
Vain hopes avail you not to guard them
عَلَيهِنَّ أَطرافٌ مِنَ القَومِ لَم يَكُن
طَعامُهُم حَبّاً بِزُغبَةَ أَغبَرا
Some people who would not
Feed on grain and clover grunted about them
لَقَد ظَعَنَت قَيسٌ فَأَلفَت بُيوتَها
بِسِنجارَ فَالأَجزاعِ أَجزاعِ دَوسَرا
Qais went mad so she frequented her dwellings
In Sinjar, then the thickets, thickets of Dawasir
وَقَد كانَ في الأَطهارِ أَو رَملِ فارِزٍ
أَوِ الدَومِ لَمّا أَن دَنا فَتَهَصَّرا
She had been among the sand dunes or Raml Fayruz
Or the sands whenever she came near and was sprinkled
غِنىً عَن مِياهٍ بِالمُدَيبِرِ مُرَّةٍ
وَعَن خَرِبٍ بُنيانُهُ قَد تَكَسَّرا
Needless of water with the wineskins sometimes
And of ruins her buildings collapsed
أَبَعدَ حُلولٍ بِالرِكاءِ وَجامِلٍ
غَدا سارِحاً مِن حَولِنا وَتَنَشَّرا
After sojourns in the stands and a union
She went travelling from our environs and scattered
تَبَدَّلَت إِصطَبلاً وَتَلّاً وَجَرَّةً
وَديكاً إِذا ما آنَسَ الفَجرَ فَرفَرا
Changed into a stable, hillock and lane,
And rooster that crows when dawn chuckles
وَبُستانَ ذي ثَورَينِ لا لينِ عِندَهُ
إِذا ما طغى ناطورُهُ وَتَغَشمَرا
A garden with two bulls with no tenderness in it
When its caretaker grew insolent and wrapped himself up
أَبا سالِمٍ إِن كُنتَ وُلّيتَ ما تَرى
فَأَسجِح فَقَد لا قَيتَ سَكناً بِأَبهَرا
Abu Salim if you have frequented what you see
Then plead for I have not found quarters in Abhar
فَلَمّا غَسى لَيلي وَأَيقَنتُ أَنَّها
هِيَ الأُرَبى جاءَت بِأُمِّ حَبَوكَرا
When my night grew dark and I felt assured it
Was the widest expanse there approached Umm Habukra
وَأَفلَتُّ مِن أُخرى تَقاصَرَ طَيرُها
عَشِيَّةَ أَدعو بِالسَتّارِ المُجَبِّرا
And I escaped from another whose bird grew short
In the evening I call for the veil that covers
فَزِعتُ إِلى القَصواءِ وَهيَ مُعَدَّةٌ
لِأَمثالِها عِندي إِذا كُنتُ أَوجَرا
I fled to one barren and she was prepared
For her like if I was mated became pregnant
كَثَورِ العَذابِ الفَردِ يَضرِبُهُ النَدى
تَعَلّى النَدى في مَتنِهِ وَتَحَدَّرا
Like the lonely bull that dew strikes
The dew climbs up its back and trickles down
تَقولُ وَقَد عالَيتُ بِالكورِ فَوقَها
يُسَقّي فَلا يَروى إِلَيَّ اِبنث أَحمَرا
She says as she rises the part above it
He waters but is not sated, red are her sons
أُخَبِّرُ مَن لا قَيتُ أَنّي مُبَصِّرٌ
وَكائِن تَرى مِثلي مِنَ الناسِ بَصَّرا
I inform those I have known that I can see plainly
And will be from men the like of me who see
أَلا قَلَّ خَيرُ الدَهرِ كَيفَ تَغَيَّرا
فَأَصبَحَ يَرمي الناسَ عَن قَرنِ أَعفَرا
Behold, little are the goods of fate, how they changed
And it took to pelt men from the ear of a rat-colored one
وَإِن قالَ غاوٍ مِن تَنوخٍ قَصيدَةً
بِها جَرَبٌ عُدَّت عَلَيَّ بِزَوبَرا
If some fool from Tenukh says a poem
In which there is fabrication accounted against me
وَيَنطِقُها غَيري وَأَكلَفُ جُرمَها
فَهَذا قَضاءٌ حَقُّهُ أَن يُغَيَّرا
And another recites it and I carry its blame
Then that is a judgment, its truth that it be altered
جَزى اللَهُ قَومي بِالأُبُلَّةِ نُصرَةً
وَبَدوا لَهُم حَولَ الفِراضِ وَحُضرا
May God reward my people defending me
And evil appeared to them about the noble and base
هُمُ خَلَطوني بِالنُفوسِ وَأَشفَقوا
عَلَيَّ وَرَدّوا البَختَرِيَّ المُؤمَّرا
They confused me among souls and were worried
For me and rebutted the perfumed Bacchic