في كُلِّ يَومٍ رِحلَةٌ وَمَقامُ

وَوَداعُ مَن أَحبَبتُهُ وَسَلامُ

Each day a journey and an abode

And farewell to those I loved, and peace

قَذَفَت بِنا أَيدي النَوى جوزَ الفَلا

وَكَأَنَّها قَوسٌ وَنَحنُ سِهامُ

The hands of destiny cast us as arrows

As though a bow, and we the arrows

لا تَبعَثَنَّ مَعَ الحَمامِ رِسالَةً

في القَلبِ مِنها لَوعَةٌ وَغَرامُ

Send no message with the dove

In my heart is agony and passion from it

فَالكُتُبُ عِندَ العاشِقينَ كَأَنَّها

مِمّا يُهَيِّجُ وَالحَمامُ حِمامُ

For lovers, books are like

What awakens, while doves are doves

مَن لي بِصَيدِ ظِباءِ مَكَّةَ مَوهِناً

وَالصَيدُ في البَلَدِ الحَرامِ حَرامُ

Who will grant me hunting gazelles in Mecca

When hunting in the sacred land is taboo

وَمُهَفهَفٍ ما اِهتَزَّ تيهاً أَو رَنا

إِلاّ بَدا لَكَ ذابِلٌ وَحُسامُ

No sandgrouse moved or sang

Except it seemed to you fading and plucked

في وَجنَتَيهِ جَنَّةٌ وَجَهَنَّمٌ

وَبِمُقلَتَيهِ صِحَّةٌ وَسَقامُ

In his eyes a paradise and hell

And in his eyelids health and sickness

ما رُمتُ ذاكَ الظَبيَ إِلّا صَدَّني

عَن ساحَتَيهِ الشَيبُ وَالإِسلامُ

I did not shoot that gazelle but it stopped me

From its field, old age and Islam