مَتى حَثَّني الشَوقُ يا ناقَتي

حَثَثتُكِ بِالسَّوقِ هَذا بِذاكِ

Whenever longing spurs me on, O my she-camel,

I urge you on in the marketplaces here and there.

فَإِن يُدمِ خُفَّيكِ طولُ السُرى

فَمِثلُ جُفوني الدَّوامي البَواكي

And if the journey wears out your sandals,

My eyelids are just as worn out from weeping.

خِدي وَخُذي العَهدَ مِنّي مَتى

بَلَغنا مِنىً أَن تَنالي مُناكِ

Rest your cheek, and take my pact, whenever

We reach a stopping-place, not to seek your rest

هُناكَ حَرامٌ عَلى الرَّحلِ وَال

تَرَحُّلِ دونَ المَطايا مَطاكِ

Without me. There it is forbidden for luggage

To be unloaded unless the camel kneels.

أَيا هِندُ هِندُ بَني عامِرٍ

شِفا أَلَمي في اِرتِشافي لَماكِ

O Hind, O Hind, daughter of 'Amir, assuage

My pain with a draught when the cooking-pot is hot.

إِلَيكِ شَقَقتُ مُلاءَ السَرابِ

بِشاكِيَةِ الأَينِ مِن تَحتِ شاكِ

For you I split the mirage, traveling

Below the blazing sun, asking where you are.

أَبُخلاً وَقَومُكَ أَهلُ النَدى

وَغَدراً وَما شان غَدرٌ أَباكِ

Are you refusing me, though your people are generous,

When treachery is uncharacteristic of you?

بِماذا تَوَسَّلَ عُودُ الأَراكِ

إِلى أَن يُقَبِّلَ بِالأَمنِ فاكِ

With what has the perfumed crooked bough of Arak wood

Managed to kiss the cup's rim safely?