مَضَت سَنَةٌ لَم تُبقِ مالاً وَإِنَّنا

لِنَنهَضُ في عامٍ مِنَ المَحلِ رادِفُ

A year has passed, leaving no wealth, yet we

Shall rise in a year from the place of rest, equipped,

فَقُلتُ أَبانُ اِبنُ الوَليدِ هُوَ الَّذي

يُجيرُ مِنَ الأَحداثِ نِضوَ المَتالِفِ

Then said I, the son of Al-Walid is he who will

Save from events the texture of accord.

فَتىً لَم تَزَل كَفّاهُ في طَلَبِ العُلى

تَفيضانِ سَحّاً مِن تَليدٍ وَطارِفِ

A young man whose palms did not cease to seek exaltation

Overflowing with munificence and polished wits.

لَعَمرُكَ ما أَصبَحتُ أَنثو عَزيمَتي

وَلا مُخدِرٌ بَينَ الأُمورِ الضَعائِفِ

By your life, my will has not become womanish

Nor feeble amidst the feeble affairs.