وَذي لَوثَةٍ مِنهى الرقاد بِعَينِهِ

وَذي لَوثَةٍ مِنهى الرقاد بِعَينِهِ

بُغامٌ رَخيمُ الصَوتِ أَلوَث فاتِرُ

بُغامٌ رَخيمُ الصَوتِ أَلوَث فاتِرُ

And a sluggish fellow, sleep at its deepest in his eye,

With a stains from sleeplessness in his eyes

A soft-voiced mumbler, muddled and listless—

A melodious, soft-voiced camel bellows wearily

فَقُلتُ لَهُ كَمّش ثِيابَكَ وَاِرتَحل

فَقُلتُ لَهُ كَمّش ثِيابَكَ وَاِرتَحل

وَإلّا يُكايدكَ السُرى وَالهواجِرُ

وَإلّا يُكايدكَ السُرى وَالهواجِرُ

So I told him, “Gather up your clothes and set out,

So I said to him, gather your clothes and depart

Or else night travel and scorching noons will get the better of you.”

Else the Pleiades and streaming stars will assault you

إِذا ما نُجومُ اللَيلِ صارَت كَأَنَّها

إِذا ما نُجومُ اللَيلِ صارَت كَأَنَّها

هَجائِنُ يَطلَعنَ الفَلاةَ صَوادِرُ

هَجائِنُ يَطلَعنَ الفَلاةَ صَوادِرُ

When the stars of night come to seem

When the stars of night become like

Like fine-bred she-camels emerging into the desert, returning from water—

Young maidens appearing over the horizon

شَآميهِ إِلا سُهَيلاً كَأَنَّهُ

شَآميهِ إِلا سُهَيلاً كَأَنَّهُ

فَتيقٌ غَدا عَن شَولَةٍ وَهُوَ جافِرُ

فَتيقٌ غَدا عَن شَولَةٍ وَهُوَ جافِرُ

Its northward stars, except Suhayl, who seems like

There is nothing left except Suhail as if

A stout camel-stallion departing a herd of dry she-camels, no longer inclined to mate.

An energetic young man rising from a nap still drowsy