يا وادي البان روَّىَ بَانكَ المطرُ

ولا عداكَ مُلِثٌ منه مُنحدِرَ

O valley of Pan, the rain has watered your slopes

And no one but you flows with it cascading down

يا وادي البانِ خبّرنا بجيرتنا

فقد يَبُلّ هُيامَ السامعَ الخبرُ

O valley of Pan, tell us of our neighbor

For news may give joy to the listening heart

المعرضين لماذا أعْرضُوا وجفَوا

والهاجرين عقيب الوصلِ لَم هَجروا

Why did those who turned away spurn me and act cold

And why, after intimacy, did the emigrants shun me

ذاك الشّويدن منهم كنت أعْهَدهُ

في جَفْنِه حَوَمٌ في طرفه حَورُ

That Shweid was one I knew well

With intoxicated eyes and a flirtatious glance

ومَا صفي لي عيشُ من محبته

ما أشْرق الوجه إلا أظلم الشعر

My life was not gladdened by his love

When his face brightened, his hair darkened

ما زلت أعجبُ من تقويس حاجبه

حتّى رماني بقوس ما لها وَترُ

I still marvel at the arch of his brow

Until he shot me with a bow without a string

ومَرَّبي وهو منه العطفُ منعطِفٌ

والرِّدف مُرْتدفٌ والخصْرُ مُنخْصِرُ

He brought me up, yet was fickle towards me

With a retracting flank and hunched waist

يا معرضاً بالرنا عني ليهلكني

أنظر إليَّ عسى أن ينفعَ النظرُ

O you who turned away, rejecting me, leaving me to perish

Look at me, perhaps a look will help

عاوِدْ كما كنتَ لا تاَتْيك نائبةٌ

والْطِفْ بعبدك لا غيّرنَك الغِيَرُ

Go back to how you were, do not let misfortune touch you

Be gentle with your servant, do not let others change you

وإن أسرت فأطلقْ أو طلبت فدى

فهاك فالرومُ قد يفدون من أسروا

If I am captured, release me, if I am sought, pay my ransom

For the Romans may be ransomed when captured