أَتَبكي عَلى لَيلى وَنَفسُكَ باعَدَت

مَزارَكَ مِن لَيلى وَشِعباكُما مَعا

Do you cry for Layla when your soul has taken

Your grave far from Layla though you were neighbors

فَما حَسَنٌ أَن تَأتِيَ الأَمرَ طائِعاً

وَتَجزَعَ أَن داعي الصَبابَةَ أَسمَعا

So it's not good that you readily come to her

And are saddened that the young caller calls you both

قِفا وَدِّعا نَجداً وَمَن حَلَّ بِالحِمى

وَقَلَّ لِنَجدٍ عِندَنا أَن يُوَدَّعا

Stop and bid farewell to Nejd and whoever lodged at Al-Hima

And tell Nejd that we seldom bid it farewell

وَلَمّا رَأَيتُ البِشرَ أَعرَضَ دونَنا

وَجالَت بَناتُ الشَوقِ يَحنُنَّ نُزَّعا

And when I saw the messenger turn away from us

And the young ladies of yearning sighed with removal

تَلَفَّتُ نَحوَ الحَيِّ حَتّى وَجَدتُني

وَجِعتُ مِنَ الإِصغاءِ ليتاً وَأُخدَعا

I turned toward the neighborhood until I found myself

Hurt from listening, wishing and being tricked

بَكَت عَينِيَ اليُسرى فَلَمّا زَجَرتُها

عَنِ الجَهلِ بَعدَ الحِلمِ أَسبَلَتا مَعا

My left eye cried so when I rebuked it

For ignorance after wisdom, both poured down

وَأَذكُرُ أَيّامُ الحِمى ثُمَّ أَنثَني

عَلى كَبِدي مِن خِشيَةٍ أَن تَصَدَّعا

And I remember the days of Al-Hima, then I leaned

On my liver fearing that it would crack

فَلَيسَت عَشَيّاتِ الحِمى بِرَواجِعٍ

عَلَيكَ وَلَكِن خَلِّ عَينَيكَ تَدمَعا

The evenings of Al-Hima do not go back

To you, but set your eyes free to tear

مَعي كُلُّ غِرٍّ قَد عَصى عاذِلاتِهِ

بِوَصلِ الغَواني مِن لُدُن أَن تَرَعرَعا

With me, every young man who disobeyed his blamers

With the union of loves from of old they were raised

إِذا راحَ يَمشي في الرِداءَينِ أَسرَعَت

إِلَيهِ العُيونُ الناظِراتُ التَطَلُّعا

When he walks in the two gowns, the watching eyes

Hastened to him, looking with anticipation