1. يَطوفُ العُفاةُ بِأَبوابِهِ

    كَطَوفِ الحَجيجِ بِبَيتِ الحَرَم

    The barefoot ones circle around his doors

    Like the circling of pilgrims around the Sacred House

  2. أَبى طَلَلٌ بِالجِزعِ أَن يَتَكَلَّما

    وَماذا عَلَيهِ لَو أَجابَ مُتَيَّما

    Talal refused to speak out of sadness

    Why should he care if he were to answer gloomily?

  3. وَبِالفِرعِ آثارٌ بَقينَ وَباللِوى

    مَلاعِبُ لا يُعرَفنَ إِلاّ تَوَهُّما

    And on the branch are traces that remain

    Games that cannot be known except in imagination

  4. إِذا ما غَضِبنا غَضبَةً مُضَرِيَّةً

    هَتَكنا حِجابَ الشَمسِ أَو تُمطِرَ الدَما

    When we get angry with a hurtful anger

    We tear away the veil of the sun or rain blood

  5. إِذا ما أَعَرنا سَيِّداً مِن قَبيلَةٍ

    ذُرى مِنبَرٍ صَلّى عَلَينا وَسَلَّما

    Whenever we honor a chief of a tribe

    A progeny of a pulpit who prayed for us and bid farewell

  6. وَإِنّا لَقَومٌ ما تَزالُ جِيادُنا

    تُساوِرُ مَلكاً أَو تُناهِبُ مَغنَما

    We are a people whose steeds still

    Accompany a king or seize war booty

  7. خَلَقنا سَماءً فَوقَنا بِنُجومِها

    سُيوفاً وَنَقعاً يَقبِضُ الطَرفَ أَقنَما

    We created a sky above us with its stars

    Swords and spears that make the glance close painfully

  8. وَمَحبِسِ يَومٍ جَرَّتِ الحَربُ ضَنكَهُ

    دَنا ظِلُّهُ وَاِحمَرَّ حَتّى تَحَمَّما

    And the prison of a day whose hardship the war dragged out

    Its shadow drew near and reddened until it took on heat

  9. تَفَوَّقتُ أَخلافَ الصِبا وَتَقَدَّمَت

    هُمومِيَ حَتّى لَم أَجِد مُتَقَدَّما

    I surpassed the progeny of youth and my worries advanced

    Until I could find no one more advanced

  10. فَهَذا أَوانَ اِستَحيَتِ النَفسُ وَاِرعَوى

    لِداتي وَراجَعتُ الَّذي كانَ أَقوَما

    So this is the time when the soul felt shame and trembled

    For my audacity, and I returned to what was more upright

  11. وَيَومٍ كَتَنّورِ الإِماءِ سَجَرنَهُ

    وَأَوقَدنَ فيهِ الجَزلَ حَتّى تَضَرَّما

    And a day like the oven of slave girls they kindled

    And in it they lit the embers until it reddened

  12. رَمَيتُ بِنَفسي في أَجيجِ سَمومِهِ

    وَبِالعيسِ حَتّى بَضَّ مِنخَرُها دَما

    I flung myself into the tumult of its poisons

    And with the molten iron until its vein burst blood