لَنِعمَ الفَتى تَعشو إِلى ضَوءِ نارِهِ

طَريفُ بنُ مالٍ لَيلَةَ الجوعِ وَالخَصرِ

The gallant lad walks towards the glow of his fire

On the night of hunger and leanness, Tarif ibn Malik

إِذا البازِلُ الكَوماءُ راحَت عَشِيَّةً

تُلاوِذُ مِن صَوتِ المُبَسّينَ بِالشَجرِ

When the white-winged dove goes home at dusk

Seeking refuge from the sound of those who spend the night in trees