أَرضُ الشَرَبَّةِ تُربُها كَالعَنبَرِ

وَنَسيمُها يَسري بِمِسكٍ أَذفَرِ

The land of drinking is soil like ambergris

And its breeze flows with musk most fragrant

وَقِبابُها تَحوي بُدوراً طُلَّعاً

مِن كُلِّ فاتِنَةٍ بِطَرفٍ أَحوَرِ

And its domes contain round-faced maidens

With glances from every coquette most flirtatious

يا عَبلَ حُبُّكِ سالِبٌ أَلبابَنا

وَعُقولَنا فَتَعَطَّفي لا تَهجُري

O Abla your love takes our minds

And softens our hearts so do not abandon

يا عَبلَ لَولا أَن أَراكِ بِناظِري

ما كُنتُ أَلقى كُلَّ صَعبٍ مُنكَرِ

O Abla if I did not see you with my eyes

I would not undertake every difficult task

يا عَبلَ كَم مِن غَمرَةٍ باشَرتُها

بِمُثَقَّفٍ صُلبِ القَوائِمِ أَسمَرِ

O Abla how many harsh battles I engaged

With a seasoned tough-limbed bay steed

فَأَتَيتُها وَالشَمسُ في كَبَدِ السَما

وَالقَومُ بَينَ مُقَدِّمٍ وَمُؤَخِّرِ

I came to them as the sun was in mid-sky

The troops between vanguard and rearguard

ضَجّوا فَصُحتُ عَلَيهِمُ فَتَجَمَّعوا

وَدَنا إِلَيَّ خَميسُ ذاكَ العَسكَرِ

They clamored so I cried out against them and they assembled

And the commander of that army approached me

فَشَكَكتُ هَذا بِالقَنا وَعَلَوتُ ذا

مَع ذاكَ بِالذِكَرِ الحُسامِ الأَبتَرِ

So I lunged at this one with my spear and slayed that one

With the bare swordblade sharpest and brightest

وَقَصَدتُ قائِدَهُم قَطَعتُ وَريدَهُ

وَقَتَلتُ مِنهُم كُلَّ قَرمٍ أَكبَرِ

And I charged their leader severed his vein

And killed every elder of great stature

تَرَكوا اللَبوسَ مَعَ السِلاحِ هَزيمَةً

يَجرونَ في عُرضِ الفَلاةِ المُقفِرِ

They left armor and weapons routed in retreat

Fleeing in haste across the barren plain

وَنَشَرتُ راياتِ المَذَلَّةِ فَوقَهُم

وَقَسَمتُ سَلبَهُمُ لِكُلِّ غَضَنفَرِ

And I raised the banners of humiliation over them

And divided their plunder for each fierce warrior

وَرَجَعتُ عَنهُم لَم يَكُن قَصدي سِوى

ذِكرٍ يَدومُ إِلى أَوانِ المَحشَرِ

Then I left them it was not my aim except

For a renown lasting till resurrection day

مَن لَم يَعِش مُتَعَزِّزاً بِسِنانِهِ

سَيَموتُ مَوتَ الذُلِّ بَينَ المَعشَرِ

He who does not live mighty through his spearhead

Will die the death of disgrace amid the throng

لا بُدَّ لِلعُمرِ النَفيسِ مِنَ الفَنا

فَاِصرِف زَمانَكَ في الأَعَزِّ الأَفخَرِ

For a precious life there's no escape from death

So spend your time in the proudest noblest way