مَنَّيتَني بِشراً وَبِشرُ فَتىً

لا يَشتَري الحَمدَ بِإِعطاءِ

You brought me glad tidings, and glad tidings to a youth

Who does not buy praise with giving

عِلجٌ بِعِلجٍ مِن بَني دابِقٍ

صاحِبِ تَقديرٍ وَإِبقاءِ

A cure after a cure, from the sons of Dabaq

The owner of fate and sustenance

في نَفسِهِ شُغلٌ وَفي بَيتِهِ

فُضوحُ إِخوانٍ وَآباءِ

In himself is preoccupation, and in his house

Is the openness of brothers and fathers

يا بِشرُ ما بالُ الَتي وَقَفَت

بِالفَتحِ تَبكي بَينَ أَعداءِ

O you who brought glad tidings, what is with her who stopped

At the conquest crying among enemies?

يا بِشرُ حَمّامُ بَني يَشكُرٍ

حَدَّثَني عَنها بِأَشياءِ

O you who brought glad tidings, the pigeon of the sons of Yashkur

Told me of her many things