أهيل النَقا هَل مِن سَبيل إِلى اللقا

فَقَد شَفني طُول النَوى وَبَراني

My friends, is there any way to meet again?

For yearning has wearied me and distance has ravaged me

وَلي كَبد حَرى إِذا ما ذكرتكم

تَأَجج فيها جَمرها فَكَواني

And whenever I remember you

my burning heart flares up and torments me

وَلَم أَنسَ يَوماً بِالعَقيق عُهودكم

وَداعي التَداني لِلوُصول دَعاني

Never for a day have I forgotten our enduring covenant in ‘Aqiq

and longing for union called me to seek you out

أنادمكم وَالكاشِحون عَلى غُصني

وَعاذلتي فَوق السَماوات تَراني

I call on you while the cooing doves coo in my branches

and my reproacher above the firmaments watches over me

سَقى اللَه أَياماً سقيت بِها المُنى

بِكَف خَضيب زينت بِبنان

May God water the days when, with blood-stained palm,

I sated desires decked out in robes

وَلَست بِدار إِذ رَمَتني يَد النَوى

بِسبع رمين الجَمر أَم بِثَمان

I have no abode since the hand of fate has cast me

with seven or eight casts of glowing embers

وَقَد صرت مِن بعد الحَبيب وَقُربه

كَأَني الثُريا وَالحَبيب يَماني

And after the beloved and his nearness I have become

as if I were the Pleiades while the beloved were Yemen

وَلَم أَنسه يَوماً وَإِن طالَ بعده

فَقولوا لهُ بِاللَه كَيفَ نَساني

Never for a day have I forgotten him, though long his absence

So say to him, for God’s sake, “Why have you forgotten me?”

سَلام عَلى المَولى الأَمين وَولده

فَشوقهم بَينَ الضُلوع رَماني

Greetings to the Trustworthy Patron and his son

for yearning for them has lodged arrows in my ribs