تَذَكَّرَ شَجوَه القَلبُ القَريحُ

فَدَمعُ العَينِ مُنهَلٌّ سَفوحُ

The heart recalled its anguish, the soul its grief

And tears flowed from my eyes like heavy rain

أَلا طَرَقتكَ بِالبَلقاءِ سَلمى

هُدُواً وَالمَطِيُّ بِنا جُنوحُ

If only you had passed by Balqaa, O Salma

Loitering, while my camel walked with heavy steps

فَبِتُّ بِها قَريرَ العَينِ حَتّى

تَكَلَّمَ ناطِقُ الصُبحِ الفَصيحُ

I lay awake there with teary eyes until

The eloquent voice of dawn began to speak