قَرَنَّ بِحَجٍّ عُمرَةً وَقَرينَنا

قَرَنَّ بِحَجٍّ عُمرَةً وَقَرينَنا

غَراماً فَآهٍ مِن قَوارٍ قَوارِنِ

غَراماً فَآهٍ مِن قَوارٍ قَوارِنِ

They combined an umrah with Hajj, and served us

He combined pilgrimage with 'umrah, and paired us

Love’s torment—ah, for those hosts who join the rites!

With passion - so sighs burst from singing doves.

عَقائِلُ مُردٍ فَوقَ جُردٍ عَوابِسٍ

عَقائِلُ مُردٍ فَوقَ جُردٍ عَوابِسٍ

ذَواتِ أَوارٍ بِالفَناءِ أَوارِنُ

ذَواتِ أَوارٍ بِالفَناءِ أَوارِنُ

Noblewomen of beardless youths, atop sleek, grim-faced steeds—

Snorting she-camels above smooth-skinned young ones

Fiery steeds, their riders exulting in destruction.

With howdahs that sway with the swaying of howdahs.

مَرى لَهُمُ المَرّانُ رِسلَ حَياتِهِم

مَرى لَهُمُ المَرّانُ رِسلَ حَياتِهِم

فَأَعجِب بِرِسلٍ مِن مَوارٍ مَوارِنِ

فَأَعجِب بِرِسلٍ مِن مَوارٍ مَوارِنِ

The spear-shafts drew for them the milk of their lives;

Their camel-drivers saw the messages of their lives

So marvel at milk from supple, milk-drawing shafts!

So delight in messages from swaying, singing camels.

إِذا لَم يَزُمَّ النَفسَ لِبٌّ وَلا تُقىً

إِذا لَم يَزُمَّ النَفسَ لِبٌّ وَلا تُقىً

فَرُبَّ عَوارٍ لِلأُنوفِ عَوارِنِ

فَرُبَّ عَوارٍ لِلأُنوفِ عَوارِنِ

If neither reason nor piety reins in the soul,

When the soul is not restrained by shame or decency

Then many a blemish befalls hard noses.

Many a howdah sways the noses of the howdahs.

وَكَم مِن حُسامٍ قَد أُميطَ بِهِ الأَذى

وَكَم مِن حُسامٍ قَد أُميطَ بِهِ الأَذى

وَمارِنِ سُمرٍ فيهِ رَغمٌ لِمارِنِ

وَمارِنِ سُمرٍ فيهِ رَغمٌ لِمارِنِ

And how many a keen sword has been used to remove harm,

And many a sword with which harm was averted

And many a supple brown shaft holds humiliation for a nose-tip!

And spears whose blades pierce those who pierce.