عَلى حين ما بي مِن رِياضٍ لِصَعبَةٍ

عَلى حين ما بي مِن رِياضٍ لِصَعبَةٍ

وَبَرَّحَ بِيَ أَنقاضُهُنَّ الرَجائِعُ

وَبَرَّحَ بِيَ أَنقاضُهُنَّ الرَجائِعُ

At a time when I am in no state to tame an unruly she-camel,

While the gardens are still hard for me to reach

And their worn-out, journey-weary she-camels have tormented me.

Their ruins have let me go back to them