ريحَ الحِجازِ بِحَقِّ مَن أَنشاكِ
رُدّي السَلامَ وَحَيِّ مَن حَيّاكِ
O breeze of Hejaz, by the right of the One who created you
Return my greetings and give life to the one who greeted you
هُبّي عَسى وَجدي يَخِفُّ وَتَنطَفي
نيرانُ أَشواقي بِبَردِ هَواكِ
Blow gently, perhaps you will find my longing abating
And the fires of my passion cooling in your breeze
يا ريحُ لَولا أَنَّ فيكِ بَقِيَّةً
مِن طيبِ عَبلَةَ مُتُّ قَبلَ لِقاكِ
O breeze, were it not for the remnant of perfume
From the mounts of Abila that clings to you still
كَيفَ السُلُوُّ وَما سَمِعتُ حَمائِماً
يَندُبنَ إِلّا كُنتُ أَوَّلَ باكي
How could I bear this, when I have not heard doves mourning
Except that I was the first to weep with them
بَعُدَ المَزارُ فَعادَ طَيفُ خَيالَها
عَنّي قِفارَ مَهامِهِ الأَعناكِ
After visiting her grave, the image of her departed
Has vanished from me, leaving but barren ruins behind
يا عَبلَ ما أَخشى الحِمامِ وَإِنَّما
أَخشى عَلى عَينَيكِ وَقتَ بُكاكِ
O Abila, I do not fear the doves, but rather
I fear for your eyes at the time of weeping
يا عَبلَ لا يَحزُنكِ بُعدي وَاِبشِري
بِسَلامَتي وَاِستَبشِري بِفَكاكي
O Abila, do not grieve for my absence, and rejoice
In my safety, take comfort in my deliverance
هَلّا سَأَلتِ الخَيلَ يا اِبنَةَ مالِكٍ
إِن كانَ بَعضُ عِداكِ قَد أَغراكِ
Why did you not ask the horses, o daughter of Malik
If some of your enemies have fooled you
يُخبِركِ مَن حَضَرَ الشَآمَ بِأَنَّني
أَصفَيتُ وُدّاً مَن أَرادَ هَلاكي
They would tell you, I who was in Damascus
Have sifted affection from those who sought my demise
ذَلَّ الأُلى اِحتالوا عَلَيَّ وَأَصبَحوا
يَتَشَفَّعونَ بِسَيفِيَ الفَتّاكِ
The misguided ones conspired against me and by morning
They pleaded for mercy from my deadly sword
فَعَفَوتُ عَن أَموالِهِم وَحَريمِهِم
وَحَمَيتُ رَبعَ القَومِ مِثلِ حِماكِ
So I pardoned their wealth and their women
And protected a quarter of the people, like protective cover
وَلَقَد حَمَلتُ عَلى الأَعاجِمِ حِملَةً
ضَجَّت لَها الأَملاكُ في الأَفلاكِ
And I charged against the non-Arabs with a raid
That shook the celestial angels in the cosmic spheres
فَنَثَرتُهُم لَمّا أَتَوني في الفَلا
بِسِنانِ رُمحٍ لِلدِما سَفّاكِ
Scattering them when they came upon me in the open desert
With the piercing point of a blood-letting spear
