أَو تَعطِفَ العيسَ صُعراً في أَزِمَّتِها
إِلى اِبنِ لَيلى إِذا اِبزَوزى بِكَ السَفَرُ
Or the she-camel bends her neck in distress
Towards Layla's son when the journey makes you quake
فَعُجتُها قِبَلَ الأَخيارِ مَنزِلَةً
وَالطَيِّبي كُلِّ ما اِلتاثَت بِهِ الأُزُرُ
So I brought her near the good folk as a dwelling
And purity - all that the izars were perfumed with
قَرَّبتُ مُحلِفَةً أَقحادَ أَسنُمِها
وَهُنَّ مِن نَعَمِ اِبنَي داعِرٍ سِرَرُ
I brought her close, swearing oaths on the old camels’ gums
As a delight from the possessions of Dá‘ir’s two sons
مِثلُ النَعائِمِ يُزجينا تَنَقُّلَها
إِلى اِبنِ لَيلى بِنا التَهجيرُ وَالبُكَرُ
The likes of bounties drive us to move them
To Layla’s son - exile and virgin land for us
خوصاً حَراجيجَ ما تَدري أَما نَقِبَت
أَشكى إِلَيها إِذا راحَت أَمِ الدَبَرُ
Especially the reddish white she-camels that know not
Whether I complain to them when the last of them lag
إِذا تَرَوَّحَ عَنها البَردُ حُلَّ بِها
حَيثُ اِلتَقى بِأَعالي الأَسهُبِ العَكَرُ
When the cold turns away from them, it descends upon them
Where the dusty gloom meets the lofty plains
بِحَيثُ ماتَ هَجيرُ الحَمضِ وَاِختَلَطَت
لَصافِ حَولَ صَدى حَسّانَ وَالحُفَرُ
Where the exile of acid (separation) died and mixed
With the clear (tears) around the echo of Hasan and the hollows
إِذا رَجا الرَكبُ تَعريساً ذَكَرتُ لَهُم
غَيثاً يَكونُ عَلى الأَيدي لَهُ دِرَرُ
When the traveling party hopes for glad tidings, I remind them
Of rain that will have pearls in its hands for them
وَكَيفَ تَرجونَ تَغميضاً وَأَهلُكُمُ
بِحَيثُ تَلحَسُ عَن أَولادِها البَقَرُ
And how can you hope for slumber when your people
Are where the cow licks her calves?
مُلقَونَ بِاللَبَبِ الأَقصى مُقابِلُهُم
عِطفا قَساً وَبِراقٌ سَهلَةٌ عُفَرُ
Cast on the furthest surface, facing them,
A rugged cliff and a smooth, dust-colored plain
وَأَقرَبُ الريفِ مِنهُم سَيرُ مُنجَذِبٍ
بِالقَومِ سَبعَ لَيالٍ ريفُهُم هَجَرُ
And the nearest rural area from them is the pulling
Of the people for seven nights, their rural area deserted
سيروا فَإِنَّ اِبنَ لَيلى مِن أَمامِكُمُ
وَبادِروهُ فَإِنَّ العُرفَ مُبتَدَرُ
Travel! For Layla’s son is ahead of you
And race him! For good manners are to be raced to
وَبادِروا بِاِبنِ لَيلى المَوتَ إِنَّ لَهُ
كَفَّينِ ما فيهِما بُخلٌ وَلا حَصَرُ
And race towards Layla’s son’s death! For he has
Two palms wherein is no stinginess or limit
أَلَيسَ مَروانُ وَالفاروقُ قَد رَفَعا
كَفَّيهِ وَالعودُ ماءَ العِرقِ يَعتَصِرُ
Did not Marwan and the Farouq raise
Their palms while the stick (in them) squeezes out sweat?
ما اِهتَزَّ عودٌ لَهُ عِرقانِ مِثلُهُما
إِذا تَرَوَّحَ في جُرثومِهِ الشَجَرُ
No stick having two veins like theirs has shaken
When the trees sway in their wooded abodes
أَلفَيتَ قَومَكَ لَم يَترُك لِأَثلَتِهِم
ظِلٌّ وَعَنها لِحاءُ الساقِ يُقتَشَرُ
Do you not see your people left no shade for their families
And the bark of the trunks from them is peeled?
