سُحَيراً أَناخوا بِوادي العَقيقِ

وَقَد قَطَعوا كُلَّ فَجٍّ عَميقِ

They camped in Wadi al-Aqeeq at nightfall

And crossed every deep ravine

فَما طَلَعَ الفَجرُ إِلّا وَقَد

رَأَوا عَلَماً لا يَخافونَ نيقِ

When dawn broke they saw a flag that they do not fear to lower

When the eagle swooped down on it, it could not prevail

إِذا رامَهُ النِسرُ لَم يَستَطِع

فَمِن دونِهِ كانَ بَيضُ الأَنوقِ

So its eggs were below it, prey for the falcons

On it were engraved ornaments

عَلَيهِ زَخارِفُ مَنقوشَةٌ

رَفيعُ القَواعِدِ مِثلُ العَقوقِ

With lofty foundations like an unassailable fortress

And they had composed verses which they deposited

وَقَد كَتَبوا أَسطُراً أَودَعوها

أَلا مَن لَصَبَّ غَريبٍ مَشوقِ

Lo! Who will quench the yearning of a strange passionate one

Whose ambition surpasses this firmament

لَهُ هِمَّةٌ فَوقَ هذا السَماكِ

وَيوطَأُ بِالخُفِّ وَطءَ الحَريقِ

And who treads with slipper the tread of the burning sands

Whose dwelling is near this cliff

وَمَسكِنُهُ عِندَ هذا العُقابِ

وَقَد ماتَ في الدَمعِ مَوتَ الغَريقِ

Who perished in tears, perishing like one who is drowned

Passion delivered him to misfortunes

قَد اِسلَمَهُ الحُبُّ لِلحادِثاتِ

بِهذا المَكانِ بِغَيرِ شَفيقِ

In this place, without any sympathizer

So O you who come to water your camels at Qalib

فَيا وارِدينَ مِياهَ القَليبِ

وَيا ساكِنينَ بِوادي العَقيقِ

And O you who reside in Wadi al-Aqeeq

And O you who seek Taybah as a visitor

وَيا طالِباً طَيبَةً زائِراً

وَيا سالِكينَ بِهذا الطَريقِ

And O you who travel on this road

Awaken us for we were broken

أَفيقوا عَلَينا فَإِنّا رُزِئنا

بُعَيدَ السُحَيرِ قُبَيلَ الشُروقِ

Near dawn after night has camped

With a white, radiant, alluring one

بِبَيضاءَ غَيداءَ بَهتانَةً

تُضَوَّعُ نَشراً كَمِسكٍ فَتيقِ

Scented with musk, so very chaste

Swaying drunkenly like branches

تَمايَلُ سَكرى كَمِثلِ الغُصونِ

ثَنَتها الرِياحُ كَمِثلِ الشَقيقِ

Blown by the winds, like anemones

With a formidable buttock like the hump of a she-camel

بِرِدفٍ مَهولٍ كَدِعصِ النَقا

تَرَجرَجَ مِثلَ سَنامِ الفَنيقِ

Swaying like the crest of a wave

So my passion in her love is not refused

فَما لا مَني في هَواها عَذولٌ

وَلا لامَني في هَواها صَديقي

Nor is my friendship in her love rejected

And if my passion in her love were refused

وَلَو لامَني في هَواها عَذولٌ

لَكانَ جَوابي إِلَيهِ شَهيقي

My only response would be my death rattle

So my fervent love is my mount, my sorrow my garb

فَشَوقي رِكابي وَحُزني لِباسي

وَوَجدي صَبوحي وَدَمعي غَبوقي

My anguish my wakeup call and my tears my downpour