حَيّوا تُماضِرَ وَاِربَعوا صَحبي

وَقِفوا فَإِنَّ وُقوفَكُم حَسبي

Greet them, O clouds that pour down, and return my companions,

Stop, for your stopping is enough for me,

أَخُناسُ قَد هامَ الفُؤادُ بِكُم

وَأَصابَهُ تَبَلٌ مِنَ الحُبِّ

Al-Khunas yearns, and his heart is smitten with love for you,

And is afflicted by intense passion,

ما إِن رَأَيتُ وَلا سَمِعتُ بِهِ

كَاليَومِ طالي أَينُقٍ جُربِ

Never have I seen or heard the like of this day,

So long, O easy-going and gentle gazelles,

مُتَبَذِّلاً تَبدو مَحاسِنُهُ

يَضَعُ الهِناءَ مَواضِعَ النُقبِ

Displaying your beauty openly,

Placing gentleness in the places of aloofness,

مُتَحَسِّراً نَضَحَ الهِناءَ بِهِ

نَضحَ العَبيرِ بِرَيطَةِ العَصبِ

With shyness overflowing from you,

Like the scent of musk from the braids,

فَسَليهُمُ عَنّي خُناسُ إِذا

عَضَّ الجَميعَ الخَطبُ ما خَطبي

So ask them about me, O Al-Khunas, when

Distress has gripped all, what my distress is.