سَقى سِدرَتي أَجيادَ فَالدَومَةَ الَّتي

إِلى الدارِ صَوبُ الساكِبِ المُتَهَلِّلِ

My two palms have watered the saplings, then the dew spot

Towards the house on the side of the pouring rain

فَلَو كُنتُ بِالدارِ الَّتي مَهبِطَ الصَفا

سَلِمتُ إِذا ما غابَ عَنّي مُعَلِّلي

If only I were in the house where Safa descended

I would be safe if my blamer were absent from me

هُنالِكَ لَو أَنّي مَرِضتُ لَعادَني

كِرامٌ وَمَن لا يَأتِ مِنهُنَّ يُرسِلِ

There if I were sick, generous ones would visit me

And those who do not come would send