1. قُربُ السَّقامِ وبعدُ الأهلِ وَالوطنِ

    هُما هُما أوْرثاني السقَم في بَدني

    The nearness of sickness and distance from family and homeland—

    Those two, those very two, have brought sickness to my body.

  2. حنَّتْ هوىً لجبالِ الثّلجِ راحِلتي

    وما لهَا بِبراقِ الشِّيحِ من عَطَنِ

    My riding-camel yearned with longing for the snowy mountains,

    Yet she has no watering-place in the wormwood-covered stony tracts.

  3. ما لي أُذيعُ فنونَ الوَجدِ مُشْتكياً

    إذا اشتكتْ شجوَها الورقاءُ في فَنَنِ

    Why do I proclaim the many forms of longing, complaining,

    Whenever the grey dove laments her grief upon a bough?

  4. بقيتُ بالبَصرةِ الرَّعناء مُمْتَرِياً

    دَمْعاً غسلتُ بهِ عن مُقلتي وَسَني

    I remained in foolish Basra, drawing forth

    Tears with which I washed drowsiness from my eye.

  5. طَوراً ترانيَ فيها ذاوياَ زَهَري

    من النُّحولِ وطوراً ذابلاً غُصُني

    At times you see me there, my bloom withered

    From emaciation, and at times my branch drooping,

  6. لِرقصِ برغوثِها القَفَّازِ في سَلَبي

    بَدءاَ وَعوداً وزمرِ البقِّ في أُذُني

    Because of its leaping flea's dancing in my clothes,

    Again and again, and the piping of gnats in my ear,

  7. ومائِها المِلحِ والشمسِ التي صَهرت

    رملَ الفَلا وأَذابَتْ صخرةَ القُنَنِ

    And its salty water, and the sun that melted

    The desert sands and dissolved the rock of the peaks,

  8. ونَفْضِ زائرةٍ تنفكَ تُنزلني

    عن ظهرِ صَبري وليسَ النوم يَحملُني

    And the chills of a visitor who keeps casting me

    Off the back of my patience, while sleep does not carry me.

  9. إذا عَرتْ مضجعي ظمياء جائعةً

    تشرَّبت رَوْنقي واستأكلَتْ سِمَني

    When she visits my bed, dark-lipped and hungry,

    She drinks up my radiance and eats away my fat.