اِسمَع ثَنائي فَإِنّي لَستُ مُمتَدِحاً

إِلّا اِمرَأً مِن يَدَيهِ الخَيرُ يُنتَظَرُ

Hear my praise, for I do not flatter

Except a man from whom good is expected

وَأَنتَ ذاكَ الَّذي تُرجا نَوافِلُهُ

عِندَ الشِتاءِ إِذا ما دوخِلَ الحَجَرُ

And you are the one whose supererogations are hoped for

In winter, when the homes are entered

وَكَم نَماكَ مِنَ الآباءِ مِن مَلِكٍ

بِهِ لِذُبيانَ كانَ الوِردُ وَالصَدَرُ

And how many kings of fathers raised you

With it, the roses and chests were for the young men

يا اِبنَي سُكَينٍ إِذا مَدَّت حِبالُهُما

حَبلَينِ ما فيهِما ضَعفٌ وَلا قِصَرُ

O son of Sukayn, when their two ropes are extended

Two ropes in which there is no weakness or shortness

حَبلَينِ طالا حِبالَ الناسِ قَد بَلَغا

حَيثُ اِنتَهى مِن سَماءِ الناظِرِ النَظَرُ

Two long ropes beyond the ropes of people, they have reached

Where the sight of the beholder ended

يا اِبنَي كَريمَي بَني ذُبيانَ إِنَّ يَداً

عَلَيَّ خَيرُ يَدٍ لِلدَهرِ تُدَّخَرُ

O two generous sons, sons of Dhubyan, indeed a hand

Upon me, the best hand for fate preserved

أَنتَ رَجائي بِأَرضي إِنَّني فَرِقٌ

مِن واسِطٍ وَالَّذي نَلقاهُ نَنتَظِرُ

You are my hope for my land, I am anxious

From Wasit, and that which we encountered, we await

وَما فَرِقتُ وَقَد كانَت مَحاضِرُنا

مِنها قَريباً حِذاري وِردَها هَجَرُ

And I did not separate while our dwellings

Were near, beware its return estranged

اِسأَل زِياداً أَلَم تَرجِع رَواحِلُنا

وَنَخلُ أَفأَنَّ مِنّي بُعدُهُ نَظَرُ

Ask Ziyad, did not our she-camels return

And the palm trees of Afann, did their distance from me end