وَرَكبٍ قَدِ اِستَرخَت طُلاهُم مِنَ السُرى

مُقيمٍ بِلَحيَيهِ النِخاعُ وَأَميَلُ

The remains of encampments against whose sides

Their fires have died away, and only ashes are left;

عَلى ذي مَنارٍ تَعرِفُ العيسُ مَتنَهُ

كَما تَعرِفُ الأَضيافُ آلَ المُهَمَّلِ

Whose millstones showing their teeth proclaim

That here once dwelt a family known in halls of hospitality;

أَلا قَبَّحَ اللَهُ القَلوصَ الَّتي سَرَت

بِرَحلي إِلى خَصيَي عِدانِ المُهَمَّلِ

May Allah curse her who packed up and departed

From my two encampments of Edan's blackened stones!

بَني أُمُّ عَيلانٍ كَأَنَّ لِحاهُمُ

مَخالي شَعيرٍ عُلِّقَت فَوقَ أَبغُلِ

Sons of Umm Aylan, your beards, when seen

Are like grazing flocks of sheep dotted on a hillside.

تَجَمَّعتُمُ لي في فَصيلٍ كَأَنَّما

تَجَمَّعتُمُ لي في أَغَرَّ مُحَجَّلِ

You rallied to me as though you were rallied

In the darkest depths of some pitch-black night.