طِفلَةٌ ما اِبنَةُ المُجَلِّلِ بَيضا

ءُ لَعوبٌ لَذيذَةٌ في العِناقِ

A girl, not the daughter of one who wears a turban, white

Sweet play in an embrace

فَأِذهَبي ما إِلَيكِ غَيرُ بَعيدٍ

لا يُؤاتي العِناقَ مَن في الوِثاقِ

So go not far from me

An embrace is not brought by one in shackles

ضَرَبَت نَحرَها إِلَيَّ وَقالَت

يا عَدِيّاً لَقَد وَقَتكَ الأَواقي

She struck her neck towards me and said

O enemy, your time has come

ما أُرَجّي في العَيشِ بَعدَ نَداما

يَ أَراهُم سُقوا بِكَأسِ حَلاقِ

I do not hope after regret in living

I see them drink from a cup of death

بَعدَ عَمرٍو وَعامِرٍ وَحيِيٍّ

وَرَبيعِ الصُدوفِ وَاِبنَي عَناقِ

After Amr, and Amer, and Haiyi

And Rabia the breast-clasped, and the two sons of Anaq

وَاِمرِئِ القِيسِ مَيِّتٍ يَومَ أَودى

ثُمَّ خَلّى عَلَيَّ ذاتِ العَراقي

And Imru al-Qais dead the day he was buried

Then it was emptied over me, she of Iraq

وَكُلَيبٍ شُمِّ الفَوارِسِ إِذ حُمـ

ـمَ رَماهُ الكُماةُ بِالإِتِّفاقِ

And Kulayb, the brave horsemen, when

The archers pierced him with agreement

إِنَّ تَحتَ الأَحجارِ جَدّاً وَليناً

وَخَصيماً أَلَدَّ ذا مِعلاقِ

That under the stones, we had a gentle, pliant grandfather

And a most stubborn adversary with a bond

حَيَّةً في الوَجارِ أَربَدَ لا تَن

فَعُ مِنهُ السَليمَ نَفثَةُ راقِ

A snake in the foliage, four-eyed, that does not

Let the safe escape its thin spitting

لَستُ أَرجو لَذَّةَ العَيشِ ما

اَزَمَت أَجلادُ قَدٍّ بِساقي

I do not hope for the sweetness of living after

The skins of my shoulders were pierced by my cupbearer

جَلَّلوني جِلدَ حَوبٍ فَقَد

جَعَلوا نَفَسي عِندَ التَراقي

They clothed me in the skin of a ewe, so they

Made my soul cheap in bartering