قِف بِنا يا سَعد نَنزل ها هُنا

فَأثيلات النَّقا ميعادُنا

Stop, O Saad, let us descend here

The trysting place of the meadow is our rendezvous

وَاِبتغِ لي عبرةً أَبكي بِها

فَدُموعي نَفَذَت بِالمُنحَنى

Seek for me a reason to weep

For my tears are spent bending

هَذِهِ الخيفُ وَهاتيكَ مُنى

فَتَرفَّق أَيُّها الحادي بِنا

This is the Kheif and that is Mina

So go gently, O guide, with us

وَاِحبِس التَّدليجَ عَنّا ساعَةً

نَندُب الحَيَّ وَنَبكي الوَطَنا

And spare the censure from us awhile

We mourn the absent one and weep for the homeland

أَهلُ مَكّةَ هَكَذا مكّتكم

كلّ مَن حَجَّ إِلَيها فُتِنا

O people of Mecca, thus has Mecca treated you

It has tempted all who made pilgrimage to it

قَتَلت سُمركمُ سادَتنا

لَستُ أَعني بِكُم سُمرَ القَنا

Your arrows have killed our chieftains

I do not mean by that your arrows of reed-grass

كُلُّ مَن آمل شَيئاً نالَهُ

يَومَ عيدٍ في مُنى إِلا أَنا

All who hoped for something attained it

On the feast day at Mina, except me

قُلتُ يا صَيّاد قَلبي حلّهُ

حرمَ الصّيد عَلى مَن في منى

I said: “O hunter of my heart, release it

For the sanctuary at Mina forbids hunting

قال مَن تَعني وَقَد أَبرَزَ لي

مِن خبا البُرقعِ وَجهاً حَسَنا

He said: “Whom do you mean?” And he revealed to me

From behind his face-veil a beautiful face

قُلتُ إِيّاكَ فأَوما خَجَلا

قالَ وَالصَّياد مَن قُلت أَنا

I said: “Beware, do not be shy”

He said: “And who did you say the hunter was?”