ظَعَنوا فَخَيَّمَ لاعِجُ الأَشواقِ

يَومُ الفِراقِ قِيامَةُ العُشَّاقِ

They departed, and yearning's anguish prevailed,

The day of parting is the lover's doomsday.

صَفِرَت مَزادُهُمُ فَما اِكتَرَثوا لَها

ثِقَةً بِواكِفِ دَمعِيَ المُهراقِ

Their patience ran out, but they did not care,

Trusting my ever-flowing tears.

نَصَبوا مِجَنَّ الصَّبرِ ساعَةَ أَشرَعُوا

نَحوَ القُلوبِ أَسِنَّةَ الأَحداقِ

They set up the tent of patience when they embarked

Towards the hearts with gaze's spears.

قُل لِلخُطوبِ قَدِ اِحتَلَلتُ شُقورَةً

ما تَرتَجِي وَبِها أَبو إِسحاقِ

Tell troubles that I now occupy Shuqurah,

Caring not for it or Abul Ishak.

إِنِّي اِعتَصَمتُ بِمَن وَقاني شَرَّها

فَإِنِ اِبتَغاها ما لَها مِن واقِ

I take refuge in Him who protected me from its harm,

If it seeks me, it has no power over me.

أَبَني هَمُشكٍ إِنَّ إِبراهيمَكُم

مُحيي العُفاةِ وَقاتِلُ الإِملاقِ

O Hamshakh's son, your Ibrahim

Revives the dead and kills despair.

أَمُديرَ كاسِ الجودِ قَد ثَمِلَ الوَرى

أَنَّى لَهُم صَحوٌ وَأَنتَ السَّاقِي

O cupbearer, extend the cup of generosity for the land is full,

How can they be sober when you are the pourer?