لَو كُنتُ في غُمدانَ أَو في عَمايَةٍ

إِذاً لَأَتاني مِن رَبيعَةَ راكِبُ

Were I in Ghumdan or in 'Amayah,

Then would come to me from Rabee'ah a rider,

بِوادي الحُشَيفِ أَو بِجُرزَةَ أَهلُهُ

أَوِ الجَوفِ طَبٌّ بِالنِزالَةِ دارِبُ

By the valley of Hushaif or Jurzah and its people,

Or al-Jawf, goodly home with hospitality,

يُثيرُ الكِلابَ آخِرَ اللَيلِ صَوتُهُ

كَضَبِّ العَرادِ خَطوُهُ مُتَقارِبُ

His voice at the end of night rouses the dogs,

His steps close together like weaver's shuttle,

فَباتَ يُمَنّينا الرَبيعَ وَصَوبَهُ

وَسَطَّرَ مِن لُقّاعَةٍ وَهوَ كاذِبُ

He spent the night blaming spring and reproving it,

And wrote of Luqaa'ah though he is a liar.