خَليليَّ هَل عَهدي بمكّةَ راجعُ

خَليليَّ هَل عَهدي بمكّةَ راجعُ

فَقَد قُليَت بالهند منّي المضاجعُ

فَقَد قُليَت بالهند منّي المضاجعُ

My two friends, will my days in Mecca return?

My beloved, will I return to Mecca?

For I have come to loathe the beds in India.

For my bed has been made cold in India,

وَهَل شربةٌ من ماء زَمزمَ تَرتَوي

وَهَل شربةٌ من ماء زَمزمَ تَرتَوي

بها كبِدٌ قد أَظمأتها الوقائعُ

بها كبِدٌ قد أَظمأتها الوقائعُ

And is there a draught of Zamzam water to quench

And will I drink a sip of the water of Zamzam,

a liver that calamities have parched?

To quench the thirst of my parched liver?

وَهَل عامِرٌ ربعُ الهوى بسويقَةٍ

وَهَل عامِرٌ ربعُ الهوى بسويقَةٍ

فَعَهدي بذاكَ الربع للشَمل جامعُ

فَعَهدي بذاكَ الربع للشَمل جامعُ

And is love's abode in Suwayqa still inhabited?

Is the abode of love still inhabited in Suwaqah?

For I recall that abode bringing our company together.

For that abode was the gatherer of our kin,

وَهَل من صفا من سالف العيش بالصَفا

وَهَل من صفا من سالف العيش بالصَفا

يَعودُ لنا يوماً فَتَصفو المشارِعُ

يَعودُ لنا يوماً فَتَصفو المشارِعُ

And will any serenity from bygone life at al-Safa

Will we ever return to the pure living of past days in Safa,

return to us one day, so the watering places grow clear?

Where the streets were once traveled joyfully?

سَقى اللَه ما بينَ الحجون إِلى الصَفا

سَقى اللَه ما بينَ الحجون إِلى الصَفا

مرابعَ فيها للظِباء مراتِعُ

مرابعَ فيها للظِباء مراتِعُ

May God water all that lies between al-Hajun and al-Safa—

May God water the land between Hijoun and Safa,

abodes where gazelles have grazing grounds.

Grazing grounds where the deer freely wander,

وَجادَ بأَجيادٍ منازل جيرَةٍ

وَجادَ بأَجيادٍ منازل جيرَةٍ

بهنَّ حمامُ الأَبطَحين سواجعُ

بهنَّ حمامُ الأَبطَحين سواجعُ

And may He shower rain on neighbors' homes in Ajyad,

And may its courtyards host the cooing wild doves,

where the doves of al-Abtahayn coo.

Who take shelter on the hillsides.

وَحيّا الحَيا بالمأزمين معاهِداً

وَحيّا الحَيا بالمأزمين معاهِداً

فَما عَهدُها عِندي مَدى الدَهر ضائعُ

فَما عَهدُها عِندي مَدى الدَهر ضائعُ

And may the rain greet old haunts at al-Ma'zimayn,

Greet the living, making pacts with past friends,

for their memory will never be lost to me, as long as time endures.

For the days of their memory will never be lost.