سَلوا ظَبيَةَ الوادِ الَّتي فَقَدتَ خَشفا

سَلوا ظَبيَةَ الوادِ الَّتي فَقَدتَ خَشفا

ألاَهل لِنارٍ من تَضَرُّمها يُطفى

ألاَهل لِنارٍ من تَضَرُّمها يُطفى

Ask the doe of the valley that has lost a fawn:

Ask the gazelle of the valley, who has lost her fawn,

Is there, then, anyone to quench a fire's blazing?

Is there one not fit for a fire whose coals blaze up at lament?

وَقولا لِوَرقاءِ الأَراكَةِ عِندَها

وَقولا لِوَرقاءِ الأَراكَةِ عِندَها

مِنَ الشَوقِ ما عِندي إِذا فَقَدتُ إلفا

مِنَ الشَوقِ ما عِندي إِذا فَقَدتُ إلفا

And tell the gray dove of the arak tree: within her

And say to the sand grouse of Arak, when you are with her,

Is the longing I feel when I lose a beloved companion.

"I have as much longing as you when I lose a friend."

وَهَيهات مِثلي بِالغَرامِ مُتَيَّمٌ

وَهَيهات مِثلي بِالغَرامِ مُتَيَّمٌ

يُرى كُلَّ يَومٍ في صَبابَتِهِ الحَتفا

يُرى كُلَّ يَومٍ في صَبابَتِهِ الحَتفا

But far from it! One like me, enslaved by love,

Alas! One like me, enamored with passion,

Sees death each day in his ardent longing.

Is seen every day babbling deliriously.

خَليلَيَّ عوجا نَسأَلُ الرَكبَ حاجَةً

خَليلَيَّ عوجا نَسأَلُ الرَكبَ حاجَةً

بِنَجدٍ فَأَنا قَد عرَفنا بِه عَرفا

بِنَجدٍ فَأَنا قَد عرَفنا بِه عَرفا

My two dear friends, turn aside; let us ask the caravan a favor

My two friends, ask the caravan, out of need,

In Najd, for we have known a fragrance there.

About Nejd, for we have come to know it well.

وَلا تَعذُلاني أَن لَثمتُ أَراكَةً

وَلا تَعذُلاني أَن لَثمتُ أَراكَةً

تَميلُ فَمن سَلمى تَعَلَّمت العطفا

تَميلُ فَمن سَلمى تَعَلَّمت العطفا

And do not reproach me for kissing an arak tree:

Do not blame me for kissing sand grouse,

It bends, for from Salma it learned to bend.

If she leans towards me, I have learned tenderness.