هبَّ النَّسيمُ فَسارَ بالأسْرارِ
رِفْقاً بِسرِّ قُلوبنا يا سارِ
The breeze blew softly, carrying secrets
Gently with the secret of our hearts, O gentle one
تَرْجمْ لنا لَهفاتِنا في حُبِّهمْ
واحْفَظْ لَنا المِعْراجَ في الأطْوارِ
Translate for us our ardent longing for them
And preserve for us the ascent through the phases
واحْرِصْ على نَصِّ الغَرامِ بِعَيْنهِ
سُقْمُ الرِّوايَةِ آفَةُ الأخبارِ
And be keen to convey the text of passion precisely
The malady of hearsay is the bane of news
وإذا ذَكَرْتَ لَدى الأحبَّةِ وَجْدَنا
سُقْ للحَديثِ لَطائِفَ التَّذْكارِ
And if you mention, in the presence of the loved ones, our fervor
Flow smoothly into pleasant conversation
قُلْ شِمْتُ عَبداً بالغُوَيْرِ أضَرَّهُ
فَتْكُ الهَوى ونَوائِبُ الأسْفارِ
Say: I sensed a slave distraught with love-sickness
Undone by passion’s onslaught and travels’ adversities
قد كانَ جاراً للأحِبَّةِ خالِصاً
واليومَ بُعْدُ مَهامِهٍ وبِحارِ
He had been a loyal neighbor to the beloved
Today, after grave concerns, he is far away
قَلقٌ كَئيبٌ مُسْتَهامٌ والِهٌ
رَشَّ البِقاعَ بِدَمعهِ المِدْرارِ
Restless, gloomy, distracted, enraptured
His ceaseless tears drenched the lands
دونَ الخَيالِ نَحافَةً وبِثَوبهِ
عن عاذليهِ بِلَيْلِهِ مُتَوارِ
Beyond imagination, emaciated, his garment
Hiding him from reproachers in the dark of night
حتَّى إذا طَلَعَ النَّهارُ طَوى لهُ
كَشْحاً وليسَ نَهارُهُ بِنَهارِ
Until daybreak folded up for him
A meager living - his day is not truly daytime
قد شَدَّتِ الأيَّامُ عَقدَ إزارِهِ
بالوَجدِ مَيْتاً ضمنَ عَقدِ إزارِ
The days have tightened the knot of his loincloth
Dead in the knot of his loincloth, bound by ardor
ما سارَ ريحٌ من قِبابِ طُلولِكُمْ
إِلاَّ وراحَ بآهِهِ السَّيَّارِ
No breeze blew from your encampments, O idols
Without carrying his wailing, wanderer
فإذا لَوَوا طَرْفاً إليكَ بِرَحْمةٍ
لِتَوَلُّهي فاذْكُرْ لَهُمْ أسراري
So if they glance your way mercifully
To comfort him, recall for them my secrets
قَسَماً بِهِمْ وهُمُ أعَزُّ ألِيَّةٍ
وأجَلُّ ما أدْعوهُ في الأخطارِ
I swear by them - they are my most precious icons
And the most majestic I invoke in perils
همْ روحُ روحي ضِمنَ نَشأةِ أمْرِها
مع عُنْصُري وتَكَوُّنِ الفَخَّارِ
They are the soul of my soul, within its essence
With my being and the Potter’s shaping
وارَحْمَتاهُ لِزفرَةٍ في مُهْجَتي
ولِدَمعِ عَيني المُسْتَهلِّ الجاري
And their mercy for a sigh in my innermost depth
And for a tear from my streaming eye
أُعْجوبَةٌ قد صِرْتُ في عُشَّاقِهمْ
ما بينَ ماءٍ قد جَمَعْتُ ونارِ
I have become, among their lovers, a marvel
Between water I gathered and fire
وعُهودُنا وشُهودُنا ووُفودُنا
لِجَنابِهِمْ وعَزيزِ تلكَ الدَّارِ
Our pacts, witnesses, deputations
To their noble court and precious dwelling
من فازَ منهمْ في المَنامِ بِرُؤْيَةٍ
نالَ القُبولَ ونالَ عُقْبى الدَّارِ
Whoever among them I saw in a dream
Attained acceptance and the rewards of the house
روحي فِداءُ غُبارِ ساحةِ بابِهِمْ
ويَقِلُّ في ذاكَ الغُبارِ غُباري
My soul is ransom for the dust of their threshold
In that dust, my dust is too precious!
لولا مَحاضِرُهُمْ وبَهْجَةُ عَصرهِمْ
ماتَتْ مَحاضِرُ جُمْلَةِ الأعْصارِ
Without their gatherings and joy of their era
The gatherings of all eras would perish
هم أهلُ يَثْرِبَ والمَشاعرِ واللِّوا
هم قِبْلَةُ الغُيَّابِ والحُضَّارِ
They are the people of Yathrib, the Monuments, the Banner
They are the qibla of the absent and the present
هم نورُ ضِئْضِئي الوُجودِ وحُبُّهُمْ
زادُ القُدومِ على العَظيمِ الباري
They are the light of my faint existence, and loving them
Is my provision for the journey to the Majestic Creator
