سَلوا ظَبيَةَ الوادِ الَّتي فَقَدتَ خَشفا

ألاَهل لِنارٍ من تَضَرُّمها يُطفى

Ask the gazelle of the valley, who has lost her fawn,

Is there one not fit for a fire whose coals blaze up at lament?

وَقولا لِوَرقاءِ الأَراكَةِ عِندَها

مِنَ الشَوقِ ما عِندي إِذا فَقَدتُ إلفا

And say to the sand grouse of Arak, when you are with her,

"I have as much longing as you when I lose a friend."

وَهَيهات مِثلي بِالغَرامِ مُتَيَّمٌ

يُرى كُلَّ يَومٍ في صَبابَتِهِ الحَتفا

Alas! One like me, enamored with passion,

Is seen every day babbling deliriously.

خَليلَيَّ عوجا نَسأَلُ الرَكبَ حاجَةً

بِنَجدٍ فَأَنا قَد عرَفنا بِه عَرفا

My two friends, ask the caravan, out of need,

About Nejd, for we have come to know it well.

وَلا تَعذُلاني أَن لَثمتُ أَراكَةً

تَميلُ فَمن سَلمى تَعَلَّمت العطفا

Do not blame me for kissing sand grouse,

If she leans towards me, I have learned tenderness.