بُرُوقَ الحِمَى هَلْ دَمْعُكُنَّ يَجُودُ

وَهَلْ عَطِشَتْ بَعْدَ الغَرِيقِ زَرُودُ

The lights of fever, do your tears still flow

And does the throat still thirst after being quenched?

مَنَازِلُ مِنْ سُعْدَى سْعِيدٌ نَزِيُلهَا

كَأَنَّ بِهَاتَيكَ البِيُوتِ عُقُودُ

The dwellings of Sa'da are blessed for their dweller

As if those houses are contracted

إِذَا ابْتَسَمَتْ لَيْلاً بَكَى مُسْتَهَامُهَا

فَمِنْهَا وَمِنْهُ بَارِقٌ وَرُعُودُ

When she smiles at night, her admirer weeps

So from her and him, there is lightning and thunder

وَفِي الحَيِّ وَسْنَانُ اللَّوَاحِظِ سَالِبٌ

وَآخرُ مَسْلُوبُ الفُؤَادِ فَقِيدُ

And in the quarter, the charmer Al-Wa’ith still captivates

While the other is a captive, broken-hearted and bound

وَظَبْي فَلاَةٍ آنسٍ فَكَأَنَّهُ

لِرَائِيهِ عِنْدَ الإِلْتِفَاتِ شَرُودُ

A gazelle of the wilderness, intimate and friendly

When it glances back, to its viewer, shy and timid

تَرَقْرَقَ مَاءُ الحُسْنِ فِي وَجَنَاتِهِ

وَلَيْسَ لِظَمْآنٍ إليْهِ وُرُودُ

The water of beauty ripples in its cheeks

But no thirsty soul can reach it

أَلاَ هَلْ إِلى عَصْرِ الصِّبَا ليَ عَوْدَةٌ

وَهَيْهَاتَ مَا قَدْ فَات لَيْسَ يَعُودُ

Oh, can I return to the era of youth?

Alas! What is gone will not return

كَأَنَّ لَيَالِيهِ لِمُبْدِعِ حُسْنِهَا

شُعُورٌ وَمُحْمَرَّ الأَصِيلِ خُدُودُ

As if for its nights, its handsome creator

Had consciousness, and cheeks red like the sand grouse