فَدَيتُكَ جَنِّب مَطمَعَ الحَينِ مِن فَتىً

كَليلِ سِلاحِ الصَبرِ بادي المَقاتِلِ

I ransom you, keep the young man's greed away

Like the night of enduring weapons, the warrior appears

جَلَستُ مِنَ الإِدلالِ جِلسَةَ عاتِبٍ

فَأَعقَبَني لِلحالِ مَوقِفَ سائِلِ

I sat from indulgence, the sitting of a reproacher

So there followed for the situation, the stand of a questioner

وَما كانَ إِلّا هَفوَةً زَيَّنَ الهَوى

بِها عِندِيَ الأَمرَ الَّذي هُوَ قاتِلي

It was nothing but an illusion that desire adorned

For me the matter which is my killer

لِأَعلَمَ كَيفَ اِستَهلَكَ الهَجرُ مَعشَراً

وَكَيفَ قَضوا يَأساً بِهَذي البَلابِلِ

To know how separation consumed a group

And how they spent with despair these afflictions