غَلَبَ الكَرى وَدَنَت مَطايا الراحِ

وَاِشتَقنَ شَدوَ حُداتها النُصاحِ

The caravan has departed, the camels' resting place draws near,

And their necks yearn for the song of the camel driver, my eloquent brother,

فاِبعَث نَشاطَ سُؤمَها وَحَسيرَها

بغناءِ حاديها أَخي الأفصاحِ

To revive their listless pace and revive their despair,

With the songs of their guide, O excellent in speech!

لِيُقيمَ ذاكَ العودُ مِن رَسم السُرى

وَيَعودَ في الأَجسام بالأَرواحِ

So that the lute may establish the marks of bliss,

And return life to bodies and spirits,

فَنَسيرَ في طُرق السُرور نَهتَدي

بحُفيِّهنّ بِأنجُم الأَقداحِ

That we may tread the paths of joy, guided

By the stars of goblets raised in cheer!