1. في العام زرنا خِدركُم يا زَينبُ

    فجفيتنا فَلنا عليك المعتبُ

    This year we visited your secluded chamber, O Zaynab,

    but you spurned us, so we have cause to reproach you.

  2. ثم أعتلَلْتِ وقُلْتِ أدّبَني أبي

    يا ليتَ لم يخلق لغانية أبُ

    Then you offered an excuse, saying, “My father disciplined me.”

    Would that no father had been created for a beauty!

  3. مَا أبْصرت عيناي مثلَكِ ظبيةً

    بالنّهدِ تَطعنُ والملاحظ تضربُ

    My eyes have never seen a gazelle like you,

    piercing with her breast and striking with her glances.

  4. بل كيف ذيَّاك القُديدُ المنثنىَ

    بل كيف ذيّاك الخُديدُ المُذهَبُ

    But what of that dainty, bending figure?

    But what of that little, gilded cheek?

  5. ما لي أُحبُّ ولا أُحَبُّ وأنّني

    وان البريء أرى كأَني مُذْنب

    Why do I love yet go unloved, and why am I,

    though innocent, seen as though I were guilty?

  6. عقريب صدغك والهلال جعلته

    وجهاً يكره للهلال العقرب

    Your temple-lock is a little scorpion; you made the crescent

    your face—but the Scorpion is unwelcome to the crescent.

  7. لي منكم حق النسيب وبعده

    حق الصحيب ومنكم من يصحب

    I have a kinsman's claim upon you, and after it

    a companion's claim; among you are those who keep company.

  8. يا رائحاً حَوجية الرَّكب الذي

    ميمونُ فيها والجنابُ المُخّصِبُ

    O traveler to Hawjiyya, where the caravan

    is blessed and the precinct fertile,

  9. قَبِّلْ يدَ ابِن بُحير إنَّ بنانَه

    سُحُبٌ تهَلَّلَ باللُّجين وتَسكبُ

    kiss the hand of Ibn Buhayr, for his fingertips

    are clouds that gleam with silver and pour it down.

  10. وأعتَبث وصولي مرةً في مرة

    وأروح عن مولاي وهو مُغيبُ

    And my coming proves futile, time after time,

    and I depart from my lord while he is absent.

  11. إن جئِت يثربَ قبلَ ذاك بمكةٍ

    أو جئِت مكةً غيبته يَثرب

    If I came to Yathrib, he was already in Mecca;

    or if I came to Mecca, Yathrib hid him away.

  12. وأبوك كان بُحيرُ مهمَا جئِتُه

    صَاح المرُحّبُ بي ودق الموكبُ

    And your father, Buhayr—whenever I came to him,

    the greeter would call out to me, and the retinue would resound.