أَمِن نَحوِ العَقيقِ شَجاك بَرقٌ

أَمِن نَحوِ العَقيقِ شَجاك بَرقٌ

كَأَنَّ وَميضَهُ رَجعُ الجُفونِ

كَأَنَّ وَميضَهُ رَجعُ الجُفونِ

Has lightning from the direction of al-ʿAqīq stirred your sorrow?

Did lightning from Carnelian strike you as it flashed,

As though its flashing were the blinking of eyelids.

As if its glimmer were the return of eyelids?

أَيا بَرقَ العَقيقِ أَقِم فَما لي

أَيا بَرقَ العَقيقِ أَقِم فَما لي

سِواكَ عَلى الصَبابَةِ مِن مُعينِ

سِواكَ عَلى الصَبابَةِ مِن مُعينِ

O lightning of al-ʿAqīq, stay, for I have no one

O lightning of Carnelian, stay! For I have none

But you to aid me in my longing.

But you to help me in my ardour.

أَحِنُّ إِلى العَقيقِ وَساكِنيهِ

أَحِنُّ إِلى العَقيقِ وَساكِنيهِ

وَما يَخلو المُتَيَّمُ مِن حَنينِ

وَما يَخلو المُتَيَّمُ مِن حَنينِ

I yearn for al-ʿAqīq and its inhabitants,

I yearn for Carnelian and its dwellers,

And one enslaved by love is never without yearning.

Nor can the lover be devoid of longing.