حَيِّ بَينَ النَقا وَبَينَ المُصَلّى

وَقَفاتِ الرَكائِبِ الأَنضاءِ

Greet, between al-Naqā and al-Muṣallā,

the halting places of the worn and weary mounts;

وَرَواحَ الحَجيجِ لَيلَةَ جَمعٍ

وَبِجَمعٍ مَجامِعُ الأَهواءِ

and the pilgrims’ evening journey on the Night of Jamʿ,

where, at Jamʿ, all longings gather.

وَتَذَكَّر عَنّي مُناخَ مَطِيّي

بِأَعالي مِنىً وَمَرسى خِبائي

And remember for me where my mounts knelt,

on the heights of Minā, and where my tent was pitched.

وَتَعَمَّد ذِكري إِذا كُنتَ بِالخي

فِ لِظَبيٍ مِن بَعضِ تِلكَ الظِباءِ

And make a point of mentioning me, when you are at al-Khay—

—f, to a gazelle among those gazelles.

قُل لَهُ هَل تُراكَ تَذكُرُ ما كا

نَ بِبابِ القُبَيبَةِ الحَمراءِ

Tell him: Do you think you remember what once was—

at the gate of the Red Qubaybah?

قالَ لي صاحِبي غَداةَ اِلتَقَينا

نَتَشاكى حَرَّ القُلوبِ الظِماءِ

My companion said to me, the morning we met,

as we shared our plaint of hearts parched by fire:

كُنتَ خَبَّرتَني بِأَنَّكَ في الوَج

دِ عَقيدي وَأَنَّ داءَكَ دائي

“You had told me that, in longing,

you were bound to me, and that your illness was mine.

ما تَرى النَفرَ وَالتَحَمُّلَ لِلبَي

نِ فَماذا اِنتِظارُنا لِلبُكاءِ

What say you to departing, to loading up for part—

—ing? Why do we wait to weep?”

لَم يَقُلها حَتّى اِنثَنَيتُ لِما بي

أَتَلَقّى دَمعي بِفَضلِ رِدائي

He had scarcely said it when I bent beneath what gripped me,

catching my tears in the loose fold of my cloak.