أهيل النَقا هَل مِن سَبيل إِلى اللقا

أهيل النَقا هَل مِن سَبيل إِلى اللقا

فَقَد شَفني طُول النَوى وَبَراني

فَقَد شَفني طُول النَوى وَبَراني

O dear folk of al-Naqa, is there a way to meet?

My friends, is there any way to meet again?

For long separation has worn me thin and wasted me away.

For yearning has wearied me and distance has ravaged me

وَلي كَبد حَرى إِذا ما ذكرتكم

وَلي كَبد حَرى إِذا ما ذكرتكم

تَأَجج فيها جَمرها فَكَواني

تَأَجج فيها جَمرها فَكَواني

And I have a burning liver; whenever I recall you,

And whenever I remember you

Its embers flare within it and so sear me.

my burning heart flares up and torments me

وَلَم أَنسَ يَوماً بِالعَقيق عُهودكم

وَلَم أَنسَ يَوماً بِالعَقيق عُهودكم

وَداعي التَداني لِلوُصول دَعاني

وَداعي التَداني لِلوُصول دَعاني

And never have I forgotten your pledges at al-Aqiq,

Never for a day have I forgotten our enduring covenant in ‘Aqiq

And the summons of nearness called me to union.

and longing for union called me to seek you out

أنادمكم وَالكاشِحون عَلى غُصني

أنادمكم وَالكاشِحون عَلى غُصني

وَعاذلتي فَوق السَماوات تَراني

وَعاذلتي فَوق السَماوات تَراني

I share the cup with you, while foes are upon my branch,

I call on you while the cooing doves coo in my branches

And my reproacher sees me above the heavens.

and my reproacher above the firmaments watches over me

سَقى اللَه أَياماً سقيت بِها المُنى

سَقى اللَه أَياماً سقيت بِها المُنى

بِكَف خَضيب زينت بِبنان

بِكَف خَضيب زينت بِبنان

May God water the days when I was given my wishes to drink,

May God water the days when, with blood-stained palm,

By a henna-dyed palm adorned with fingertips.

I sated desires decked out in robes

وَلَست بِدار إِذ رَمَتني يَد النَوى

وَلَست بِدار إِذ رَمَتني يَد النَوى

بِسبع رمين الجَمر أَم بِثَمان

بِسبع رمين الجَمر أَم بِثَمان

And I do not know, when separation's hand struck me,

I have no abode since the hand of fate has cast me

Whether with seven that hurled embers or with eight.

with seven or eight casts of glowing embers

وَقَد صرت مِن بعد الحَبيب وَقُربه

وَقَد صرت مِن بعد الحَبيب وَقُربه

كَأَني الثُريا وَالحَبيب يَماني

كَأَني الثُريا وَالحَبيب يَماني

And after the beloved's company and closeness, I have become

And after the beloved and his nearness I have become

As though I were the Pleiades and the beloved were Yemeni.

as if I were the Pleiades while the beloved were Yemen

وَلَم أَنسه يَوماً وَإِن طالَ بعده

وَلَم أَنسه يَوماً وَإِن طالَ بعده

فَقولوا لهُ بِاللَه كَيفَ نَساني

فَقولوا لهُ بِاللَه كَيفَ نَساني

And never have I forgotten him, though his absence has grown long.

Never for a day have I forgotten him, though long his absence

So say to him, by God: how has he forgotten me?

So say to him, for God’s sake, “Why have you forgotten me?”

سَلام عَلى المَولى الأَمين وَولده

سَلام عَلى المَولى الأَمين وَولده

فَشوقهم بَينَ الضُلوع رَماني

فَشوقهم بَينَ الضُلوع رَماني

Peace upon the master al-Amin and his son;

Greetings to the Trustworthy Patron and his son

For longing for them has struck me between the ribs.

for yearning for them has lodged arrows in my ribs