وَلَقَد ذَكَرتُكِ وَالعَجاجُ كَأَنَّهُ

ظِلَّ الغَنِيِّ وَسوءُ عَيشِ المُعسِرِ

I remembered you while the sandgrouses were like

The shade of the wealthy and the misery of the destitute

وَالشوسُ بَينَ مُجَدَّلٍ في جَندَلٍ

مِنّا وَبَينَ مُعَفَّرٍ في مِغفَرِ

And Al-Shawsh was between Mujaddal in his coat of mail

And us and Mu’affar in his coat of mail

فَظَنَنتُ أَنّي في صَباحٍ مُشرِقٍ

بِضِياءِ وَجهِكِ أَو مَساءٍ مُقمِرِ

So I imagined I was in a bright morning

With the light of your face or a moonlit evening

وَتَعَطَّرَت أَرضُ الكِفاحِ كَأَنَّما

فُتِقَت لَنا ريحُ الجِلادِ بِعَنبَرِ

And the ground of struggle was fragrant as though

The scent of musk was opened for us with ambergris