أَرِقتُ لِبَرقٍ دونَهُ شَدَوانِ

يَمانٍ وَأَهوى البَرقَ كُلَّ يَمانِ

I've become sleepless for a lightning below which lies Shadwan

And Yaman, and I adore all of Yaman's lightning

فَبِتُّ لَدى البَيتِ الحَرامِ أَشيمُهُ

وَمَطوايَ مِن شَوقٍ لَهُ أَرِقانِ

So I spend my night near the Sacred House, its aroma I inhale

While my dreams, out of yearning for it, are all sleepless

إِذا قُلتُ شيماهُ يَقولانِ وَالهَوى

يُصادِفُ مِنّا بَعضَ ما يَرَيانِ

When I speak of its aroma, passion says while coinciding

With some of what we see, "It has passed from it the edges of drink"

جَرى مِنهُ أَطرافَ الشَرى فَمُشَيِّعٍ

فَأَبيانَ فَالحَيّانِ مِن دِمِرانِ

So a companion, then the two Joyous Neighborhoods of Dimran

Then Marrān, then Al-'Aqabāt, the crooked Al-'Aqlaj

فَمَرّانَ فَالأَقباصِ أَقباصِ أَملَجٍ

فَماوانَ مِن واديهِما شَطَنانِ

Then Ma'ān from their two valleys, Shat'anān

There, if you both perform tawaf, you’d find

هُنالِكَ لَو طَوَّفتُما لَوَجَدتُما

صَديقاً مِنِ اِخوانٍ بِها وَغَوانِ

A friend among brothers in it, and temptation

And the doves cooed in the shade of an ‘aykah tree

وَعَزفَ الحَمامِ الوُرقِ في ظِلِّ أَيكَةٍ

وَبِالحَيِّ ذو الرودَينِ عَزفَ قِيانِ

And at Hayy Dhi Rudayn, the magpies chirped

Or does it concern you, O carriers, mother of Ma‘mar

أَوَيحَكُما يا واشِيَي أُمِّ مَعمَرٍ

بِمَن وَإِلى مَن جِئتُما تَشِيانِ

Who I’ve come to, and for whom I roam

For the one whom if I saw suffering, I'd ransom

بِمَن لَو أَراهُ عانِياً لَفَدَيتُهُ

وَمَن لَو رَآني عانِياً لَفَداني

And he who saw me suffering would ransom me

Oh, if only my needs that have imprisoned me

أَلا لَيتَ حاجاتي اللَواتي حَبَسنَني

لَدى نافعٍ قُضّينَ مَنذُ زَمانِ

At Nāfi‘s were fulfilled long ago

I bear no hatred for the lands nor am I weary

وَما بي بُغضٌ لِلبِلادِ وَلا قِلىً

وَلَكِنَّ بَرقاً في الحِجازِ دَعاني

But lightning in the Hejaz has summoned me

If only the brown camel-litter took us

فَلَيتَ القِلاصَ الأُدمَ قَد وَخَدَت بِنا

بِوادِ يَمانٍ ذي رُبىً وَمَحانِ

To a valley in Yemen, with plants and ditches

A valley in Yemen whose chest sprouts sidr trees

بِوادٍ يمان يُنبِتُ السِدرَ صَدرُهُ

وأَسفَلُهُ بِالمَرخِ وَالشَبُهانِ

And lower down there’s marakh and shubhān

It defends us on both sides, its cliffs

يُدافِعُنا مِن جانِبَيهِ كِلَيهِما

غَريفانِ مِن طَرفائِهِ هَدِبانِ

Are like wings, with its edges, hudbān

If only we had, with walnuts and almonds, a stash

وَلَيتَ لَنا بِالجَوزِ وَاللَوزِ غيلَة

جَناها لَنا مِن بَطنِ حَليَةَ دانِ

Whose harvest for us was from Halyah’s interior valley

If only we had, with roosters, a garden thicket

وَلَيتَ لَنا بِالديكِ مُكّاءَ رَوضَةٍ

عَلى فَنَنٍ مِن بَطنِ حَليَةَ دانِ

On slopes from Halyah’s interior valley

If only we had from Zamzam's water a drink

وَلَيتَ لَنا مِن ماءِ زَمزَمَ شَربَةً

مُبَرَّدَةً باتَت عَلى طَهَيانِ

Chilled, it spent the night boiling