تُرى هَذِهِ ريحُ أَرضِ الشَرَبَّه

أَمِ المِسكُ هَبَّ مَعَ الريحِ هَبَّه

Is this the breeze from the land of Sharrabah,

Or is it musk that blew with the breeze?

وَمِن دارِ عَبلَةَ نارٌ بَدَت

أَمِ البَرقُ سَلَّ مِنَ الغَيمِ عَضبَه

From the abode of Ablah, a fire appeared.

Or did lightning strike from an angry cloud?

أَعَبلَةُ قَد زادَ شَوقي وَما

أَرى الدَهرَ يُدني إِلَيَّ الأَحِبَّه

My longing for Ablah has increased,

Yet I do not see fate drawing my beloved near.

وَكَم جَهدِ نائِبَةٍ قَد لَقيتُ

لِأَجلِكِ يا بِنتَ عَمّي وَنَكبَه

How many calamities have I endured,

For your sake, O daughter of my uncle!

فَلَو أَنَّ عَينَيكِ يَومَ اللِقاءِ

تَرى مَوقِفي زِدتِ لي في المَحَبَّه

If only your eyes could see me on the day we meet,

It would increase the love you have for me.

يُفيضُ سِناني دِماءَ النُحورِ

وَرُمحي يَشُكُّ مَعَ الدَرعِ قَلبَه

My spear drips with the blood of sacrifices,

And my lance pierces along with the armor.

وَأَفرَحُ بِالسَيفِ تَحتَ الغُبارِ

إِذا ما ضَرَبتُ بِهِ أَلفَ ضَربَه

I rejoice with the sword amidst the dust,

When I strike with it a thousand blows.

وَتَشهَدُ لي الخَيلُ يَومَ الطِعانِ

بِأَنّي أُفَرِّقُها أَلفَ سُربَه

The horses testify for me on the day of thrusting

That I scatter them into a thousand flocks.

وَإِن كانَ جِلدي يُرى أَسوَداً

فَلي في المَكارِمِ عِزٌّ وَرُتبَه

And if my skin appears black,

I have glory and rank in chivalry.

وَلَو صَلَّتِ العُربُ يَومَ الوَغى

لِأَبطالِها كُنتُ لِلعُربِ كَعبَه

If the Arabs prayed on the day of calamity

I would be the Arabs’ Ka’bah.

وَلَو أَنَّ لِلمَوتِ شَخصاً يُرى

لَرَوَّعتُهُ وَلَأَكثَرتُ رُعبَه

If death had a visible form,

I would frighten it and intensify its fear.