يا دارُ أَينَ تَرَحَّلَ السُكّانُ
وَغَدَت بِهِم مِن بَعدِنا الأَظعانُ
O abode, where have the dwellers gone
And after us, the ruins have become their home
بِالأَمسِ كانَ بِكِ الظِباءُ أَوانِساً
وَاليَومَ في عَرَصاتِكِ الغِربانُ
Yesterday, the antelopes were your friends
And today, the crows are in your yards
يا دارَ عَبلَةَ أَينَ خَيَّمَ قَومُها
لَمّا سَرَت بِهِمُ المَطيُّ وَبانوا
O Abila's abode, where did its people camp
When they departed on their camels and were gone
ناحَت خَميلاتُ الأَراكِ وَقَد بَكى
مِن وَحشَةٍ نَزَلَت عَلَيهِ البانُ
The sandy plains weep, and so do the thickets
For the solitude that befell these ruins
يا دارُ أَرواحُ المَنازِلِ أَهلُها
فَإِذا نَأَوا تَبكيهِمُ الأَبدانُ
O abode, the souls of homes are their people
So when they leave, their bodies weep and moan
يا صاحِبي سَل رَبعَ عَبلَةَ وَاِجتَهِد
إِن كانَ لِلرَبعِ المُحيلِ لِسانُ
My friend, ask the quarter of Abila, and try hard
If that abandoned neighborhood still has a tongue
يا عَبلَ ما دامَ الوِصالُ لَيالِياً
حَتّى دَهانا بَعدَهُ الهِجرانُ
O Abila, the union lasted through nights
Until, after it, separation befell us
لَيتَ المَنازِلَ أَخبَرَت مُستَخبِراً
أَينَ اِستَقَرَّ بِأَهلِها الأَوطانُ
I wish the homes would tell someone who asks
Where their people have settled with their clans
يا طائِراً قَد باتَ يَندُبُ إِلفَهُ
وَيَنوحُ وَهوَ مُوَلَّهٌ حَيرانُ
O bird, you stay up grieving for your friends
Crying in bewilderment and all alone
لَو كُنتَ مِثلي ما لَبِستَ مُلَوَّناً
حُسناً وَلا مالَت بِكَ الأَغصانُ
Had you been like me, you wouldn't wear motley
Of beauty, nor would branches sway with you
أَينَ الخَلِيُّ القَلبِ مِمَّن قَلبُهُ
مِن حَرِّ نيرانِ الجَوى مَلآنُ
Where is the sincere, whose heart is filled
With the blazing fires of love and passion?
عِرني جَناحَكَ وَاِستَعِر دَمعي الَّذي
أَفنى وَلا يَفنى لَهُ جَرَيانُ
Show me your wing, and borrow my ever-flowing
Tears, so you can fly, asking of Abila
حَتّى أَطيرَ مُسائِلاً عَن عَبلَةٍ
إِن كانَ يُمكِنُ مِثلِيَ الطَيَرانُ
If one like me can ever take to flight
