1. يا صاحِبَيَّ قِفا نَستَخبِرِ الدارا

    أَقوَت فَهاجَت لَنا بِالنَعفِ تِذكارا

    O my two companions, halt; let us ask the dwelling for news.

    It lay deserted and stirred memories in us at the hillside.

  2. تَبَدَّلَ الرَبعُ مِمَّن كانَ يَسكُنُهُ

    أُدمَ الظِباءِ بِهِ يَمشينَ أَسطارا

    The campsite has exchanged those who once dwelt there

    For white gazelles walking there in rows.

  3. وَقَد أَرى مَرَّةً سِرباً بِهِ حَسَناً

    مِثلَ الجَآذِرِ أَثياباً وَأَبكارا

    And once I saw a lovely flock there,

    Like calves of wild cattle, married women and maidens.

  4. فيهِنَّ هِندٌ وَهِندٌ لا شَبيهَ لَها

    مِمَّن أَقامَ مِنَ الجيرانِ أَو سارا

    Among them was Hind, and Hind has no equal

    Among the neighbors who stayed or departed.

  5. هَيفاءُ مُقبِلَةً عَجزاءُ مُدبِرَةً

    تَخالُها في ثِيابِ العَصبِ دينارا

    Slender-waisted as she approaches, full-hipped as she turns away,

    You would take her in striped garments for a gold dinar.

  6. تَفتَرُّ عَن ذي غُروبٍ طَعمُهُ ضَرَبٌ

    تَخالُهُ بَرَداً مِن مُزنَةِ مارا

    She smiles to reveal fine-edged teeth, her mouth sweet as white honey;

    You would think it hail streaming from a raincloud.

  7. كَأَنَّ عِقدَ وِشاحَيها عَلى رَشَإٍ

    يَقرو مِنَ الرَوضِ رَوضِ الحَزنِ أَثمارا

    As though the jeweled strand of her two sashes lay on a gazelle fawn,

    Seeking fruit in the meadows, the meadows of rugged uplands.

  8. قامَت تَهادى وَأَترابٌ لَها مَعَها

    هَوناً تَدافُعَ سَيلِ الزُلِّ إِذ مارا

    She rose and walked with swaying grace, her age-mates beside her,

    Gently, like a torrent surging over smooth stones as it flowed.

  9. يَمَّمنَ مورِقَةَ الأَفنانِ دانِيَةً

    وَفي الخَلاءِ فَما يُؤنِسنَ دَيّارا

    They headed for a nearby tree with leafy branches,

    And in the open wilderness they perceived not a soul.

  10. قالَت لَوَ أَنَّ أَبا الخَطّابِ وافَقَنا

    فَنَلهُوَ اليَومَ أَو تُنشِدنَ أَشعارا

    She said: If only Abu al-Khattab would meet us,

    So we could make merry today, or you recite poems.

  11. فَلَم يَرُعهُنَّ إِلّا العيسُ طالِعَةً

    يَحمِلنَ بِالنَعفِ رُكّاباً وَأَكوارا

    Then they were startled only by pale camels coming into view,

    Carrying riders and saddles on the hillside,

  12. وَفارِسٌ مَعَهُ البازي فَقُلنَ لَها

    ها هُم أُلاءِ وَما أَكثَرنَ إِكثارا

    And a horseman with a hawk; they said to her:

    Here they are! And they did not speak at length.

  13. لَمّا وَقَفنا وَغَيَّبنا رَكائِبَنا

    بَدَلنَ بِالعِرفِ بَعدَ الرَجعِ إِنكارا

    When we halted and hid our riding camels,

    After replying, they exchanged recognition for denial.

  14. قُلنَ اِنزِلوا نَعِمَت دارٌ بِقُربِكُمُ

    أَهلاً وَسَهلاً بِكُم مِن زائِرٍ زارا

    They said: Dismount! This dwelling is blessed by your nearness;

    A warm welcome to you, guest who has come!

  15. لِما أَلَمَّت بِأَصحابي وَقَد هَجَعوا

    حَسِبتُ وَسطَ رِجالِ القَومِ عَطّارا

    When she came to my companions, who were already asleep,

    I thought a perfumer was among the men of the company,

  16. مِن طيبِ نَشرِ الَّتي تامَتكَ إِذ طَرَقَت

    وَنَفحَةِ المِسكِ وَالكافورِ إِذ ثارا

    From the sweet scent of her who enthralled you when she came by night,

    And the waft of musk and camphor as their scents rose.

  17. فَقُلتُ مَن ذا المُحَيِّيَ وَاِنتَبَهتُ لَهُ

    أَم مَن مُحَدِّثُنا هَذا الَّذي زارا

    Then I said: Who is this offering greetings? And I awoke to him;

    Or who is this speaking to us, this one who has come?

  18. قالَت مُحِبٌّ رَماهُ الحُبُّ آوِنَةً

    وَهَيَّجَتهُ دَواعي الحُبَّ إِذ حارا

    She said: A lover whom love has struck from time to time,

    And whom love's promptings stirred when he was bewildered.

  19. حُلّي إِزارَكِ سُكنى غَيرَ صاغِرَةٍ

    إِن شِئتِ وَاِجزي مُحِبّاً بِالَّذي سارا

    Loosen your waist-wrap, Sukna, without humiliation,

    If you wish, and reward a lover with what he traveled for.

  20. فَقَد تَجَشَّمتُ مِن طولِ السُرى تَعَباً

    وَفي الزِيارَةِ قَد أَبلَغتُ أَعذارا

    For I have endured fatigue from the long journey by night,

    And I have offered ample excuses for this visit.

  21. إِنَّ الكَواكِبَ لا يُشبِهنَ صورَتَها

    وَهُنَّ أَسوَءُ مِنها بَعدُ أَخبارا

    Indeed, the stars do not resemble her in beauty,

    And besides, the tales told of them are worse than hers.