يا مغانى الوصل من سفح الغوير

ذكر الله لياليك بخير

O abodes of union on the lower slope of al-Ghuwayr,

May God remember your nights with kindness,

ورعى أيامك البيض وان

ذهبت مني بالعيش النضير

And guard your bright days, even though

They took my flourishing life away from me.

تلك أيام سرورى أه وا

حر قلبي أين أيام سروري

Those were the days of my joy—ah! Oh,

How my heart burns! Where are the days of my joy?

سلبت منى لما سلفت

ولياليها شموسى وبدوري

They were stolen from me when they passed,

And their nights were my suns and my full moons.

يا عذولي خل عنيّ وأعد

منعماً اخبار نجد يا سميري

O my reproacher, leave me be; and repeat,

As a kindness, the tales of Najd, O my evening companion.

واذا ما اغتاض منها عاذ لي

زده غيظا بأحاديث السدير

And if ever my reproacher is angered by them,

Increase his anger with tales of al-Sudayr.

حبذا أخبار أطلال الهوى

وزمان مر فيهن قصير

How delightful are tales of love's ruins,

And the brief time spent among them!

دمن ما شمت منها بارقاً

قط الا رحت ذا جفن مطير

Ruined camps—never did I glimpse lightning from them

Without coming away with an eyelid pouring rain.

ومتى هبّ بريا تربها

نسمة تخجل أنفاس العبير

And whenever there blows, with the fragrance of their dust,

A breeze that puts the breaths of perfume to shame.