باللَهِ يا ريحَ الجُنوبِ
مُرّي بأنديةِ الحبيبِ
By Allah, O southern wind
Pass by the valleys of my beloved
وتضمّخي مِن نَشرهنَّ
بذلكَ العَرفِ العجيبِ
And be perfumed from their blossoms
With that wondrous fragrance
يا دارَ مَيٍّ حمِلّي
ريّاكِ نافحةَ الجنُوبِ
O abode of May, carry
Her breeze, redolent of the south
فلعلَّ نامي نَشرِها
يَهديهِ خَفّاقُ الهُبُوبِ
Perhaps the waving of her blossoms
Will be brought by the fluttering zephyrs
انَّ النسيم اذا سَرَت
بينَ الخميلةِ والكثيبِ
Verily, when the breeze blows
Between the sand-hill and the hill
أهدَت لنا ما حُمّلت
عنهنَّ مِن نشرٍ وطيبِ
It brings us what it was laden with
Of their blossoms and sweet scent
أقفرتِ بعدَ تأهُّلٍ
يا جنةَ الصّبِّ الكئيبِ
You became desolate after marriage
O garden of sad separation
وحَصلتِ بالمرمى البعي
دِ وكنتِ بالمرأى القريبِ
And you attained the distant goal
While you were near at hand
قسماً بِمن أبدى الذّرا
ع يُزانُ بالكفِّ الخضيبِ
By Him who created the atoms
Weighed with the bloody palm
وأنارَ في جُنحِ الدُّجَى
بدراً علا صدرَ القضيبِ
And illuminated the wings of night
With a full moon over the horizon
يا جنَّة الوردِ الجنيِّ
ومُقلةَ الخِشفِ الرَّبيبِ
O garden of delicate roses
And bud of the chaste fruit
أنتِ التي غادرتِني
غرضاً لأحداثِ الخُطوبِ
You, who left me
A target for the arrows of separation
وطَعنتِني قصداً برم
حِ قوامِكِ اللّدنِ الرّطيبِ
And stabbed me intentionally with the spear
Of your gentle, supple figure
وقتَلتِني عمداً بصا
رمِ جفنكِ الماضي القَضيبِ
And killed me deliberately with the arrows
Of your passing, piercing glance
ورَشقتِني عن مُقلتي
كِ بفاترِ السّهم المُصيبِ
And pelted me with languorous arrows
From your alluring eyes, piercing hearts
وأغرتِ بالحَدقِ المِرا
ضِ فجزتِ حبّاتِ القُلوبِ
O water, is there any bloom
Without a guard or watcher
يا ميُّ هل مِن زورةٍ
مِن غيرِ واشٍ أو رقيبِ
I complain to you with coquetry
The complaint of the sick to the doctor
أشكو اليكِ بأنَّةٍ
شكوى العليلِ الى الطّبيبِ
Even if I were to be given paradise
And you were not part of my share
انِّي ولو أُعطى الجِنا
نَ ولستِ فيها مِن نصيبي
O water, I did not choose it
As a home, knowing the unseen
يا ميُّ ما آثرتُها
داراً وعلامِ الغيوبِ
For I am the one who is pleased with
False promises from you, though lying
فأنا الذي أرضى بوع
دٍ باطلٍ منكم كَذُوبِ
And I am the one who responds when called
By one who calls me with your love, my respondent
وأنا المجيبُ اذا دعا
داعٍ بحُبِّكِ مَن مُجيبي