عَفَت عَرَفاتٌ فالمَصايفُ مِن هِندِ
فَأَوحَشَ ما بَينَ الجَريبَينِ فالنَهدِ
Arafat grew modest, so the summer resorts seem alien to me
The expanse between the two cisterns so desolate and lonely
وَغَيَّرَها طولُ التَقادُمِ والبِلى
فَلَيسَت كَما كانَت تَكونُ عَلى العَهدِ
Time and wear have changed it
It is no longer what it used to be
