قُل لِلمَنازِلِ مِن أُثَيلَةَ تَنطِقُ

بِالجِزعِ جِزعِ القَرنِ لَمّا تُخلِقِ

Tell the dwellings made of cloth that they speak

With grief, the grief of an era when created

حُيَّيتِ مِن طَلَلٍ تَقادَمَ عَهدُهُ

وَسُقيتِ مِن صَوبِ الرَبيعِ المُغدِقِ

Greeted from ruins whose age has passed

And watered from the downpour of bountiful spring

لِتَذَكُّرِ الزَمَنِ الَّذي قَد فاتَنا

أَيّامَ نَبتَعِثُ الرَسولَ وَنَلتَقي

To remember the time that has gone by us

Days we will resurrect the Messenger and reunite

إِذ أَنتِ رُؤدٌ في الشَبابِ غَريرَةٌ

غَرّاءُ خَودٌ كَالغَزالِ الأَخرَقِ

When you were a delicate doe in flourishing youth

A fawn with cheeks like the green gazelle

دَرما المَرافِقِ طَيِّبٌ أَردانُها

حَشوُ الحَقيبَةِ بادِنُ المُتَنَطَّقِ

Whose saddlebags were fragrant, their contents perfumed

Filled with the eloquent, conversing supplies

لا شَيءَ أَحسَنُ مِن أُثَيلَةَ إِذ بَدَت

وَقَدِ اِحزَأَلَّت عيرُها لِتَفَرُّقِ

Nothing more beautiful than Athayla when she appeared

Her caravan hastened to disperse

وَإِذا رَنَت نَظَرَ النَزيفِ بِعَينِها

فَعَرَفتُ حاجَتَها وَإِن لَم تَنطِقِ

And when she glanced with eyes of dripping kohl

I knew her need though she did not speak