The collection of poetry of Imru' al-Qais

Stop, let us weep from the memory of a beloved and a resting place The slope of Al-Lawaa between the entrances, a place of clarity The place has not erased its mark because of what I wove from the south and the north And Tima' has not left any trace of its water or its slope Standing there, my companions and I on our mounts They say, do not ruin your sorrow and be patient