تَهادَتِ العِيسُ ليلاً
بينَ العَقيقِ ورامَهْ
The camels marched on through the night
Between al-Aqeeq and Rammah
وكلُّ شخصٍ تولَّى
لمَا أَرادَ ورامَهْ
And each person pursued
What he intended and desired
وفَوَّقَ الوجدُ منَّا
على القُلُوب سِهامَهْ
Passion overwhelmed us
Piercing our hearts with its arrows
تاهَ الدَّليلُ غَراماً
يا من يُغيثُ غَرامَهْ
The guide lost his way out of love
O he who relieves those in passion’s agony!
والرَّكبُ شتَّ وُلوعاً
من لَعْلَعٍ لتِهَامَهْ
The caravan trembled, crazed with yearning
At the gurgling of its leather waterskin,
كأنَّ قِيعانَ حِبِّي
يا للرِجالِ مُدامَهْ
As if the slopes of my love
Were a drinking spot for men!
يُنَهْنِهُ الطَّرْفُ منها
جاماً ويملأُ جَامَهْ
My eyes glanced sidelong with languor
At a cup he filled to overflowing
ويلاهُ لمَّا افتَرَقْنا
كادَتْ تقومُ القِيامَهْ
Alas, when we parted
The Day of Judgment seemed nigh!
دمعٌ كنشْرِ الغَوادي
أَفاضَ فينا انْسِجامَهْ
Tears poured like the rain of al-Ghadaa
Commingling their flow within us
إِنَّ البُكاءَ لَعَمْري
على المُحِبِّ عَلامَهْ
Weeping, by my life,
Is a sign of the lover’s passion
فلْيَبْكِ من شاءَ وجداً
وما عليه ملامَهْ
So let him who will, weep from anguish
No blame to him in that!
كم أَمطرَ الحُبُّ منَّا
عيناً وأَخضَعَ هَامَهْ
How often has love’s rain poured from me
Bowing my head to the ground
فالرَّكْبُ يطرُقُ خطفاً
كالبرقِ ضمنَ غمَامَهْ
The caravan moves furtively on
Like lightning through the clouds’ gloom
والكلُّ منَّا طَواهُ
وجدٌ يَشُبُّ ضِرامَهْ
And we are all overwhelmed
By a passion that kindles our breath
حتَّى إذا ما بلغْنا
دارَ الرِّضا والكَرامَهْ
Until we come to abide
In the House of Joy and Honor
طلَّ الحَبيبُ عليْنا
لمَّا رأَيْنا خِيامَهْ
The beloved gazed upon us
When he saw his tent close by
وبالقَبولِ وصَلْنا
فهنِّؤنا السَّلامَهْ
And in acceptance we reached
Safety - greet us with peace!
