أَلا أَيُّها الرَبعُ الَّذي غَيَّرَ البَلى

عَفا وَخَلا مِن بَعدِ ما كانَ لا يَخلو

O quarter which has changed desolation

To a refuge, now not devoid

تَذأَبُ ريحُ المِسكِ فيهِ وَإِنَّما

بِهِ المِسكُ إِن مَرَّت بِهِ ذَيلَها جُملُ

The scent of musk prevails in it, only

Due to musk, should its train pass by

وَما ماءُ مُزنٍ مِن جِبالٍ مَنيعَةٍ

وَلا ما أَكَنَّت في مَعادِنِها النَحلُ

Neither water of lofty mountains is Muzain

Nor are their valleys filled with bees

بِأَشهى مِنَ القَولِ الَّذي قُلتِ بَعدَما

تَمَكَّنَ مِن حَيزومِ ناقَتِيَ الرَحلُ

Sweeter than the words you said after

The camel litter took its place on the saddle

فَما رَوضَةٌ بِالحَزنِ صادٍ قَرارُها

نَحاهُ مِنَ الوَسمِيِّ أَو دِيَمٌ هُطلُ

No meadow with lingering sorrow is its abode

Sheltering it from garment’s marks or settled abodes

بِأَطيَبَ مِن أَردانِ بَثنَةَ مَوهِناً

أَلا بَل لِرَيّاها عَلى الرَوضَةِ الفَضلُ

Sweeter than spices of perfumed Buthaina

Nay, but Ri’yah holds precedence over the meadow