يا خَليلَيَّ أَلِمّا بِالحِمى

وَاِطلُبا نَجداً وَذاكَ العَلَما

O my two friends, set out early in the morning

And seek out Najd and its highlands

وَرِدا ماءً بِخَيماتِ اللَوى

وَاِستَظِلّا ضالَها وَالسَلَما

Draw water at the folds of the winding valleys

And take shade under the lost one’s acacia trees

فَإِذا ما جِئتُما وادي مِنىً

فَالَّذي قَلبي بِهِ قَد خَيَّما

And when you come to the valley of Mina

Wherein lies that which has filled my heart

أَبلِغا عَنّي تَحِيّاتِ الهَوى

كُلَّ مَن حَلَّ بِهِ أَو سَلَّما

Convey my loving greetings

To all who alight there or pass through

وَاِسمَعا ماذا يُجيبونَ بِهِ

وَاِخبِرا عَن دَنِفِ القَلبِ بِما

And listen to how they respond

And inform me of the plaints of my heart

يَشتَكيهِ مِن صَباباتِ الهَوى

مُعلِناً مُستَخبِراً مُستَفهِما

Complaining as it does of the wounds of love

Announcing, inquiring, questioning