Imru' al-Qais

"Stop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved. Here was her abode on the edge of the sandy desert between Dakhool and Howmal. The traces of her encampment are not wholly obliterated even now; For when the South wind blows the sand over them the North wind sweeps it away. The courtyards and enclosures of the old home have become desolate; The dung of the wild deer lies there thick as the seeds of pepper. On the morning of our separation it was as if I stood in the gardens of our tribe, Amid the acacia-shrubs where my eyes were blinded with tears by the smart from the bursting pods of colocynth. As I lament thus in the place made desolate, my friends stop their camels; They cry to me "Do not die of grief; bear this sorrow patiently." Nay, the cure of my sorrow must come from gushing tears. Yet, is there any hope that this desolation can bring me solace?"

"Weep for me, my eyes! Spill your tears And mourn for me the vanished kings Hujr ibn 'Amru's princely sons Led away to slaughter at eventide; If only they had died in combat Not in the lands of Banu Marina! No water was there to wash their fallen heads, And their skulls lie spattered with blood Pecked over by birds Who tear out first the eyebrows, then the eyes."

"Fair were they also, diffusing the odor of musk as they moved, Like the soft zephyr bringing with it the scent of the clove."

"Thus the tears flowed down on my breast, remembering days of love; The tears wetted even my sword-belt, so tender was my love."

"Has anything deceived you about me, that your love is killing me, And that verily as often as you order my heart, it will do what you order?"

"I passed by the sentries on watch near her, and a people desirous of killing me; If they could conceal my murder, being unable to assail me openly."

"The Prophet Muhammad is said to have called Imru’ al-Qays "the leader of the poets into hellfire.""