حَيِّ في الحَيِّ مِن قِبابِ المُصَلّى

مَنزِلاً مونِقاً وَماءً وَظِلّا

Live in Al-Hayy from the domes of Al-Musalla

An elegant house, water and shade

فَقُرى جِلَّقٍ فَبابِ الفَراديسِ

فَبابِ البَريدِ عَيشٌ تَوَلّى

So the villages of Jilqaq and the gate of Paradise

The gate of Al-Bureed, the livelihood has inclined

دِمَنٌ هُنَّ لي أَحَبُّ مِنَ الكَرخِ

وَأَشهى مِن شَطِّ نَهرِ مُعَلّى

Its buckets are dearer to me than Al-Karkh

And more delicious than the bank of the twisted river

أَتُرى النازِلونَ أَكنافَ جَيرونَ

عَلى عَهدِنا مُقيمونَ أَم لا

Do you see those who descend the sides of Jayrun

In our time, are they resident or not?

قالَ لي طَيفُهُم سَلَوتَ هَوانا

قُلتُ لا وَالَّذي دَنا وَتَدَلّى

Their ghost said to me, “You asked humbly”

I said, “No, by Him who came near and lowered Himself”

قالَ بَل قَلَّ ما عَهِدناكَ فيهِ

قُلتُ لا وَالَّذي لِموسى تَجَلّى

He said, “Rather, seldom did we know you in it”

I said, “No, by Him who was revealed to Moses”

كُلُّ شَيءٍ يُمَلُّ مِنهُ إِذا زادَ

وَحاشى هَواكُمُ أَن يُمَلّا

Everything becomes boring when it is excessive

And I fear your love will become boring

أَيُّها اللائِمي عَلى فَرطِ شَوقي

خابَ مَن غابَ عَن ذَويهِ وَذَلّا

O you who blame my excessive longing

He who was absent from his people has failed and humiliated

لَو يَراني مَجنونُ لَيلى إِذا ما

جَنَّ لَيلي لَصامَ شُكراً وَصَلّى

If the crazed Layla sees me when

My night goes crazy, she would fast in gratitude and pray

أَتَقَلّى مِنَ القِلى وَلَعَمري

أَيُّ صَبٍّ مِنَ القِلى ما تَقَلّى

Do I waver from swaying while, by my life

Which youth sways but has not wavered?