1. فُؤادي وَالهَوى نَهبُ

    وَطَرفي دَمعُهُ سَكبُ

    My heart and passion are plunder,

    and my eye's tears pour forth.

  2. وَمثتاق إِلى غَير

    أُهيلَ الحَيِّ لا يَصبو

    And a yearning lover, for anyone other than

    the dear folk of the encampment, feels no longing.

  3. وَأَيّام لِشِعبِ الحَي

    يِ لَو جادَبِهِ الشِعبُ

    And days at the encampment's ravine—

    if only the ravine would grant it!

  4. سَقى اللَهُ حِمىً مِنهُ

    يَفوحُ المندلُ الرَطبُ

    May God water a protected pasture from which

    fresh agarwood wafts its fragrance,

  5. وَحَيّاً دونَهُ الذُب

    لُ وَالهِندِيَّةُ القُضبُ

    and an encampment guarded by slender spears

    and keen Indian swords.

  6. طَليقٌ عِندَهُ الدَمعُ

    وَمَأسورٌ بِهِ القَلبُ

    There, tears are unfettered,

    and there the heart is captive.

  7. وَمَعذورٌ بِهِ في هَت

    كِ أَستارِ الهَوى الصَبُّ

    And excused there for rending

    passion's veils is the lovesick lover.

  8. مَنِ الناشِدُ لي في الرَك

    بِ قَلباً أَسرًا لرَكبُ

    Who will seek for me among the riders

    a heart the riders have captured?

  9. فُؤادي وَالهَوى سِلمٌ

    وَجَفني وَالكَرى حَربُ

    My heart and passion are at peace,

    and my eyelid and sleep are at war.

  10. أَلا يا عَتبُ ما أَعذ

    بَ قَولي فيكَ يا عَتبُ

    Ah, O ʿAtb, how sweet

    are my words about you, O ʿAtb!

  11. وَما أَعذَبَ قَولُ النا

    سِ قَد تَيَّمَهُ الحُبُّ

    And how sweet are the people's words:

    “Love has indeed enslaved him!”