أَمِن سُهَيَّةَ دَمعُ العَينِ تَذريفُ

لَو أَنَّ ذا مِنكِ قَبلَ اليَومِ مَعروفُ

Is the shedding of tears from my eyes out of grief

Though this would have been a kindness from you before today

كَأَنَّها يَومَ صَدَّت ما تُكَلِّمُني

ظَبيٌ بِعُسفانَ ساجي الطَرفِ مَطروفُ

As though on the day she turned away and would not speak to me

She was a wild animal, with a tender neck and shy gaze

تَجَلَّلَتنِيَ إِذ أَهوى العَصا قِبَلي

كَأَنَّها صَنَمٌ يُعتادُ مَعكوفُ

When she raised her staff towards me, she was decked out

As though she was an idol, accustomed to being shrouded

المالُ مالُكُمُ وَالعَبدُ عَبدُكُمُ

فَهَل عَذابُكَ عَنّي اليَومَ مَصروفُ

Your wealth is yours, and your slave is yours

So is your torment upon me today diminished?

تَنسى بَلائي إِذا ما غارَةٌ لَقِحَت

تَخرُجُ مِنها الطُوالاتُ السَراعيفُ

You forget my suffering when raiders attack

Charging out on their tall, swift horses

يَخرُجنَ مِنها وَقَد بُلَّت رَحائِلُها

بِالماءِ يَركُضُها المُردُ الغَطاريفُ

They charge forth, their saddles soaked

By the water, stampeded by the raging knights

قَد أَطعُنُ الطَعنَةَ النَجلاءَ عَن عُرُضٍ

تَصفَرُّ كَفُّ أَخيها وَهوَ مَنزوفُ

I will stab with a clear, honorable blow

Her brother's hand will turn yellow, and he will be drained

لا شَكَّ لِلمَرءِ أَنَّ الدَهرَ ذو خُلُفٍ

فيهِ تَفَرَّقَ ذو إِلفٍ وَمَألوفُ

There is no doubt that fate is fickle

It divides those united and familiar