لا وَالَّذي قَصَدَ الحَجيجُ لَبَيتِهِ

ما بَينَ ناءٍ نازِحٍ وَقَريبِ

No, by Him towards Whose House the pilgrims direct themselves,

Between a shifting camp and a nearby fixed abode,

وَالحِجرِ وَالحَجَرِ المُقَبَّلِ تَلتَقي

فيهِ الشِفاهُ وَرُكنِهِ المَحجوبِ

And the Stone and the Much-Kissed Corner where meet

Lips and a Veiled Sanctum,

لا كانَ مَوضِعُكَ الَّذي مُلِّكتَهُ

بَينَ الأَضالِعِ بَعدَ ذا لَحَبيبِ

No indeed, the place where you dwell

Is not in my heart after that, O beloved!

إِنّي وَجَدتُ لَذاذَةً لَكَ في الحَشا

لَيسَت لِمَأكولٍ وَلا مَشروبِ

Nay, I found delight in you in the valley

Other than from food and drink,

لي أَنَّهُ الشاكي إِذا بَعُدَ المَدى

ما بَينَنا وَتَنَفُّسُ المَكروبِ

I being the complainant when the distance grows great

Between us and the breathing space of the distressed one.