كَأنّي مِن تَذَكُّرِ ما أُلاقي

كَأنّي مِن تَذَكُّرِ ما أُلاقي

إِذا ما أَظلَمَ اللَيلُ البَهيمُ

إِذا ما أَظلَمَ اللَيلُ البَهيمُ

I feel as though, recalling what I suffer,

As if from remembering what I face

when the pitch-black night grows dark,

When the beastly night darkens

سَليمٌ مَلَّ مِنهُ أَقرَبوهُ

سَليمٌ مَلَّ مِنهُ أَقرَبوهُ

وَوَدَّعَهُ المُداوي وَالحَميمُ

وَوَدَّعَهُ المُداوي وَالحَميمُ

I were a snake-bitten man whose nearest kin have tired of him,

A sick man wearied of him, his kin abandoned him

and whom the healer and dear friend have bid farewell.

And his loyal friends bid him farewell

فَكَم بَينَ الأَقارِعِ وَالمُنَقّى

فَكَم بَينَ الأَقارِعِ وَالمُنَقّى

إِلى أُحُدٍ إِلى ميقاتِ ريمِ

إِلى أُحُدٍ إِلى ميقاتِ ريمِ

For how plentiful, between al-Aqāriʿ and al-Munaqqā,

So from ravines to slopes

on to Uhud, on to the meeting place at Rīm,

To Uhud, to the appointed place of Rime

إِلى الجَمّاءِ مِن خَدٍّ أَسيلٍ

إِلى الجَمّاءِ مِن خَدٍّ أَسيلٍ

عوارِضُهُ وَمِن دَلٍّ رَخيمِ

عوارِضُهُ وَمِن دَلٍّ رَخيمِ

on to al-Jammāʾ, are cheeks with smooth

To arid sands from a flowing cheek

contours, and soft, gentle coquetry!

Whose passions have faded and from a gentle heart