يا لَيتَ شِعري مَتى تَغدو مُخَيَّسَةٌ

يا لَيتَ شِعري مَتى تَغدو مُخَيَّسَةٌ

مِنَّا فَتَبلَغَ أَهلَ المَوسِمِ الخَبَرا

مِنَّا فَتَبلَغَ أَهلَ المَوسِمِ الخَبَرا

Ah, if only I knew when Mukhayyasa will set out at dawn,

hastening, neck outstretched, to deliver the news to his people at the pilgrimage gathering.