أَلا لَيتَ شعري ما الَّذي تحدِثين بي

غَداً غُربه النَأي المفرِّق وَالبعد

Oh would that I knew what she will talk to me

Tomorrow, when absence and distance divide us,

لَدى ام بَكر حينَ تَقتَرِب النَوى

بِنا ثُمَّ يَخلو الكاشِحونَ بِها بعدي

In Umm Bakr's tent, when she draws near

And is left alone with her kinsmen after me.

انصرِمني عِندَ الأَلى لَنا العِدا

فَتشمتهُم بي ام تَدومُ عَلى العَهد

Will she blame me, if they gloat, or will she keep true to her vow?