ولَيلَة بِتُّ أوقِدُ في خَزازى

هَدَيتُ كَتائِباً مُتَحَيِّراتِ

And I spend a night in lighting my lamps,

I lead confused regiments astray,

ظَلَلنَ مِنَ السُهّادِ وَكُنَّ لَولا

سُهادُ القَومِ أَحسَب هادِياتِ

Shadows that without my tribe's rest

I fancy to have been guides,

فَكُنَّ مَعَ الصَباحِ عَلى جُذامٍ

وَلَخمٍ بِالسُيوفِ مُشَهَّراتِ

With morning found on rotten bones

And cheeks gashed by bared swords.