قِفَا بالمَطَايا بَيْنَ نَجْدٍ وَشِعْبهِ

نُوْدِي تَحِيْاتِ الغرَامِ لِصْبِّهِ

Stop with the camels between Najd and its valley,

I call out greetings of passion to its youth.

فبَيْنَ رُبَا تِلْكَ الرِّبُوع منَازلٌ

لِعَلْوَة مَاءَ الدَّمْع أكْثَرُ شرْبِهِ

For between visits to that land are stages,

Where copious tears provide more drink.

إذَا مَا التَثَمْنَا بِالنَوَاظِرِ تُرْبَةً

تَمَسَّكَتِ الأَجْفَانُ مِنَّا بِتُرْبِهِ

When we smear our eyes with soil as kohl,

Our eyelids cling to its soil.

أَحِنُّ إِليْهَا وَهَىْ قَلْبي وَهَلْ تَرَى

سِوَاىَ أَخُو وَجْدٍ يَحِنُّ لِقَلْبِهِ

I yearn for her, for she is my heart, can you see

A friend feeling heartache like mine?

وَيُحْجَبُ طَرْفِي عَنْهُ إِذْ هُوَ نَاظِرِي

فَمَا بُعْدُهُ إلاَّ لإِفْرَاطِ قُرْبِهِ

My eyes are veiled from him when he looks to me,

His nearness hides him, though he is not far.