قِف بِالمَنازِلِ وَاِندُبِ الأَطلالا

وَسلِ الرُبوعَ الدارِساتِ سُؤالا

Stop at the dwellings and mourn the ruins

And ask the desolate ruins a question

أَينَ الأَحِبَّةُ أَينَ سارَت عيسُهُم

هاتيكَ تَقطَعُ في اليَبابِ أَلالا

Where are the loved ones? Where did their abodes go?

These foundations lying in rubble wail pitifully

مِثلَ الحَدائِقِ في السَرابِ تَراهُمُ

الآلُ يَعظُمُ في العُيونِ أَلالا

You see them in the mirage like gardens

The family seems so grand in the eyes, so pitiful

ساروا يُريدونَ العُذَيبَ لِيَشرَبوا

ماءً بِهِ مِثلُ الحَياةِ زُلالا

They journeyed seeking sweet water to drink

Water that's like the elixir of life, pure

فَقَفَوتُ أَسأَلُ عَنهُمُ ريحَ الصَبا

هَل خَيَّموا أَو إِستَظَلّوا الضالا

So I stood and asked the east wind about them

Did they camp or take shade wandering astray?

قالَت تَرَكتُ عَلى زَرودَ قِبابَهُم

وَالعيسِ تَشكو مِن سُراها كَلالا

It said: I left them at the domes of their tombs

While the foundation complains of its wounds

قَد أَسدَلوا فَوقَ القِبابِ مَضارِباً

يَستُرنَ مِن حُرِّ الهَجيرِ جَمالا

They lowered tents over the domes

To shield from the heat of the blazing sun

فَاِنهَض إِلَيهِم طالِباً آثارَهُم

وَاِرفُل بِعيسِكَ نَحوَهُم إِرفالا

So go to them seeking their relics

Lead your camel toward them slowly

فَإِذا وَقَفتَ عَلى مَعالِمِ حاجِرٍ

وَقَطَعتَ أَغواراً بِها وَجِبالا

And when you stop at the signs of ruins

And cross the deep valleys and mountains

قَرَبُت مَنازِلُهُم وَلاحَت نارُهُم

ناراً قَد اِشعَلَتِ الهَوى إِشعالا

Their dwellings draw near and their fires burn

Fires lit by burning passionate love

فَأَنِخ بِها لا يَرهَبَنَّكَ أُسُدُها

الإِشتِياقُ يُريكَها أَشبالا

So approach without fear of its lions

Yearning makes it seem like cubs to you