1. Ask my heart since I lost you, has it found peace?
And has it sought replacement among those who have changed?

2. And have my tears dried up from the bags where I shed them?
And have I lived devoid of your love like one who has emptied out?

3. Far be it that this clarity be tainted by any turbidity
Far be it that this state changes

4. I traveled while their tents remained pitched, and my heart is with you
And despite me that you stay and I travel

5. And your pasture in Najd and springs have been good for you
While my living in Al Ghuwair and Haala has not been good

6. You have done well, and without your benevolence, my hands have returned empty
And the condition of a beautiful face is to beautify

7. And I don’t love the moons except for your sake
And I don’t mention the branches except that they intertwine

8. My beloved, my tears were my pride
So the separation made cheap what had been dear

9. Whenever I say, O Layla, my passion and ecstasy clear up
My Layla night returns a miserable night

10. I love the tents of travelers in the barren land
Even if its people have made my heart and abode sweet

11. And I shine with pure water for their sake
Even if that water was more blue than a chain

12. And if the slanderers claim I forgot them
No! By their love, excuse and denial

13. The girls of Sirah, unkempt and disheveled for they have seen
Lightening from Levant, its rain has filled the land

14. And I wouldn’t have loved travel, if it weren’t for Muhammad
Walking ahead of me, and whoever wants justice to prevail

15. To the son of Atiq, lord of every afflicter
Atiq who is seen as unique, so assemblies fear him

16. To a sturdy man, the most cunning fraud
Who fulfills whatever is asked, the cunning fraud

17. His mention has risen with Al-Khazzaz and the Minaret
So whoever visits it, finds the perfect example

18. And the caller of the delegation calls, “long live the villages”
And the white gazelles call, “long live the hills”

19. Snails belong to Akk, or towers belonging to it
Clouds, clouds that never cease to rumble

20. Its stupid, its stubborn, its perfect
It never starts a race except it shows first

21. They have tried him in battles and in villages
He has always been the superior, the most generous

22. And the guest of Al-Yahsubi has never gone astray
And the guest of Al-Yahsubi has never been humiliated

23. And the blamer has only increased his generosity
And who is it that praises the morning when it clears up?

24. I remembered a pact of your bounties, and it made me
Yearn to you with a passion that left no patience to endure

25. By God, I only come to you out of duty
And I come to all people for mere voluntary grace

26. Little is abundant praise for you and its people
Even if the one who praises you becomes excessive and scant

27. And who is it that can count the clouds when they swell darkly
And count the waves of the tumultuous sea when it fills up

28. When will Barmuk and the son of Barmuk equal me
When I present Jarir in praise and poetry

29. So you have not ceased to rain on those hoping
And your shade has not ceased to be a refuge for the seekers