وَعيدٌ أَتاني مِن زِيادٍ فَلَم أَنَم

وَسَيلُ اللَوى دوني وَهَضبُ التَهائِمِ

A warning came from Ziyad, and I could not sleep

The torrents of passion raged below me, and beasts prowled above

فَبِتُّ كَأَنّي مُشعَرٌ خَيبَرِيَّةً

سَرَت في عِظامي أَو لُعابُ الأَراقِمِ

So I spent the night as if a date-palm of Khaybar

Had crept into my bones, or the spittle of vipers