أرَجُ النّسيمِ سَرَى مِنَ الزَّوراءِ
سَحَراً فَأَحيا مَيِّتَ الأَحيَاءِ
The breeze wafted from Al-Zoraa
At dawn, reviving the living dead
أَهدى لَنا أَرواحَ نَجدٍ عَرفُهُ
فَالجَوُّ مِنهُ مُعَنبَرُ الأَرجاءِ
It brought us the spirits of Najd, it's known fragrance
The air is perfumed with it everywhere
وَرَوَى أحاديثَ الأَحبَّةِ مُسنِداً
عن إِذخِرٍ بأذاخِرٍ وَسِخاءِ
And related the stories of loved ones faithfully
Of generosity, nobility, and giving freely
فسَكِرتُ مِن رَيّا حَواشي بُردِهِ
وسَرَت حُمَيّا البُرءِ في أَدوائي
I got drunk on the scent of its coolness
And my love spread through my aching soul
يا رَاكبَ الوَجناءِ بُلِّغتَ المُنى
عُج بالحِمَى إن جُزتَ بالجَرعَاءِ
O rider of the camel litters, if you reach the beloved lands
Make haste if you pass through Al-Jorfaa
مُتَيَمِّما تَلَعاتِ وادي ضارِجٍ
مُتَيَامِناً عَن قاعَةِ الوَعسَاءِ
Looking to the right towards Al-Talaa Pass in Wadi Dharig
And to the left avoiding Al-Wasa gathering place
وإذا أَتَيتَ أُثَيلَ سَلعٍ فَالنَّقا
فَالرَّقمَتَينِ فلَعلَعٍ فَشَظاءِ
And when you reach the mounts of Sala, go straight
Between the two signs to Al-Lalaa then Al-Shathaa
وكَذا عَنِ العَلَمَينِ مِن شَرقِيِّهِ
مِل عادِلاً للحِلّة الفَيحَاءِ
And likewise from the two signs east of it
Go straight to the fine sands of Al-Faihaa
واقرِ السَلامَ عُرَيبَ ذَيّاكَ اللِّوَى
مِن مُغرَمٍ دَنِفٍ كثيبٍ نائي
Give my greetings to that bending one with dark eyes
From a passionate distant lover living remotely
صَبٍّ متى قَفلَ الحَجيجُ تَصاعَدَت
زفَرَاتُهُ بِتَنَفُّسِ الصُّعَداءِ
My sighs ascend with the departing pilgrims
My tears mingling with blood
كَلَمَ السُّهَادُ جُفونَهُ فَتَبادَرَت
عَبراتُهُ مَمزوجَةً بدِماءِ
O dwellers of Al-Bathaa, will there ever be a return
That brings me life, O dwellers of Al-Bathaa?
يا ساكِني البَطحاءِ هَل مِن عَودَةٍ
أَحيا بِها يا ساكِني البَطحَاءِ
If my patience runs out, it is endless
My love of you is old, it knows no waning
إِن يَنقضي صَبري فَلَيسَ بمُنقَضٍ
وَجدي القَديمُ بكُم ولا بُرَحَائي
If the tattoo fades, your memory in me
Will be watered by my streaming tears
وَلِئِن جَفا الوَسمِيُّ ماحِلَ تُربِكُم
فمَدَامِعي تُربي على الأَنواءِ
Alas! Time is gone, and I have not won
Reunion with you, the object of my wishes
وَاحَسرَتي ضاعَ الزَّمانُ وَلَم أَفُز
مِنكُم أُهَيلَ مَوَدَّتي بِلِقاءِ
How can one who lives just two days
One day of meeting, one day of separation, hope for rest?
وَمَتى يُؤَمِّلُ راحَةً مَن عُمرُهُ
يَومانِ يَومُ قِلىً ويَومُ تَنائي
Your life, O people of Mecca, is a portion of my own
My heart has been burdened with cares for you
وحَيَاتِكُم يا أَهلَ مَكَّةَ وهيَ لي
قَسَمٌ لقد كَلِفَت بِكُم أحشائي
My love for you among people has become my way
Your passion is my religion and loyalty
حُبِّيكُمُ في النَّاسِ أَضحى مَذهَبي
وهَواكُمُ دِيني وعَقدُ وَلائي
O you who blame me for loving those
For whom I have sacrificed all I own!
يا لائِمي في حُبِّ مَن مِن أَجلِهِ
قَد جَدَّ بي وَجدي وعَزَّ عَزائي
Why not forbid this blame, when a man
Has known none but the noble and free?
هَلّا نَهاكَ نُهاكَ عن لَومِ امرِىءٍ
لم يُلفَ غَيرَ مُنَعَّمٍ بِشَقَاءِ
If you but knew why I am distraught, you'd pardon me
Lower yourself to me, leave me my worries and woes
لَو تَدرِ فيمَ عَذَلتَني لَعَذَرتَني
خَفِّض عَلَيكَ وخَلِّني وبَلائي
To my lodging on Sarh's plateau, then Shabaika's
Then Al-Thaniya's from the cliffs of Kadaa
فلِنَازِلي سَرحِ المُرَبَّعِ فالشّبي
كَةِ فالثَّنِيَّةِ مِن شِعابِ كَداءِ
To those living near the Holy House, dwelling
In those tents, visiting Al-Hathma's sands
وَلِحاضِري البَيتِ الحَرامِ وعامِري
تِلكَ الخِيامِ وَزَائري الحَثمَاءِ
To the young men of inviolable sanctuary, and the neighbors
Of protected neighborhood, my thoughts and cares turn
وَلِفِتيَةِ الحَرَمِ المَرِيعِ وجِيرَةِ ال
حَيِّ المَنِيعِ تَلفُّتي وَعَنائي
For they drew near, then were rude, connected, then severed
Betrayed and broke faith, abandoned me, were stingy to my needs
فَهُمُ هُمُ صَدُّوا دَنَوا وَصَلوا جَفَوا
غَدَروا وَفَوا هَجَروا رَثوا لِضنائِي
To them I turn for comfort, when medicine fails me
To them I flee, if enemies oppose me
وهُمُ عِيَاذي حيثُ لم تُغنِ الرُّقَى
وهُمُ مَلاذي إن غَدَت أَعدائي
They are in my heart, though far their homes
My passion and acceptance, though they rouse my rage
وهُمُّ بِقَلبِي إِن تَناءَت دارُهُم
عَنِّي وَسُخطي في الهَوَى وَرِضائي
On their plains between their hills I circle
Around my zeal, never leaving their domain
وَعَلى مَحَلِّي بَينَ ظَهرانيهِم
بِالأَخشَبَينِ أَطوفُ حَولَ حِمائي
Submitting, as we greet the Shrine's Black Stone
Signaling, when the ritual circles are done
وَعَلى اعتِناقي لِلرِّفاقِ مُسَلِّماً
عِندَ استِلامِ الرُّكنِ بالإِيماءِ
Remembering my morning visits, staying up nights
On the dark, moonlit vigil nights
وتَذَكُّري أَجيادَ وِردي في الضُّحى
وتَهَجُّدِي في اللَّيلَةِ اللَّيلاءِ
Though sickness lingered because of that place
No healing came until the malady passed
وَعَلى مُقامي بِالمقامِ أَقامَ في
جِسمي السَّقامُ وَلاتَ حينَ شِفاءِ
My life would flow even if the course of Masaileh Valley
Was reversed, to my heart's content with pebbles
عَمري وَلَو قُلِبَت بِطاحُ مَسيلِهِ
قُلُباً لِقَلبي الرَّيُّ بِالحَصباءِ
Give joy, my brother, with news of those
Who camped on the plains, if you tend my loves
أَسعِد أُخَيَّ وغَنِّني بَحدِيثَ مَن
حَلَّ الأباطِحَ إن رَعَيتَ إخائي
Bring it to my ears, for the soul finds rest
Though distant, when it hears good tidings
وَأَعِدهُ عِندَ مَسامِعي فالرُّوحُ إِن
بَعُدَ المَدَى تَرتاحُ لِلأَنباءِ
And if the pain hurts my brain
Let the herbs of the Hijaz be my remedy
وَإِذا أَذى ألَمٍ ألَمَّ بمُهجَتِي
فَشَذى أُعَيشَابِ الحِجازِ دَوائي
Shall I turn away from the fresh roses where they bloom
And abandon it, though my life depends on its charm?
أَأُذادُ عَن عَذبِ الوُرُودِ بِأَرضِهِ
وأُحادُ عنهُ وفي نَقاهُ بَقائي
Its meadows have nurtured my heart, its spring
Has stirred and soothed my burning sorrows
وَرُبُوعُهُ أَربَى أجَل ورَبيعُهُ
طَرَبي وصارِفُ أَزمَةِ اللَّأواءِ
Its mountains are my refuge, its sands
My pasture, its shade shelters me
وَجِبالُهُ لِيَ مَربَعٌ ورِمالُهُ
لِيَ مَرتَعٌ وظِلالُهُ أَفيائي
Its valleys are my paradise, its arbors
My heavens, and on its plain lies my peace
وشِعابُهُ ليَ جَنَّةٌ وقِبابُهُ
ليَ جُنَّةٌ وَعَلى صَفاهُ صَفَائي
Greet those dwellings and lush meadows
Watered by the Friend with His bounty
حَيَّا الحَيَا تِلكَ المَنازِلَ والرُّبَى
وسَقَى الوَلِيُّ مَواطِنَ الآلاءِ
He gave drink to Mashair and Muhassab from Mina
Freely, and provided stops at elevated Anzaa
وَسَقَى المَشاعِرَ وَالمُحَصَّبَ مِن مِنىً
سَحّاً وجادَ مَواقِفَ الأَنضاءِ
And in them the Exalted nurtured my devoted friends
I reveled with them in every valley of desire
وَرَعى الإِلَهُ بِها أُصَيحابي الأُلى
سامَرتُهُم بِمَجامِعِ الأَهواءِ
And nurtured are the nights of Khayf that were only
A dream now gone with wakefulness forgotten
وَرَعى لَيالي الخَيفِ ما كَانِت سِوى
حُلُمٍ مَضَى مَعَ يَقظَةِ الإِغفاءِ
Alas for that bygone age and what it contained
Of our place's innocence, free of prying eyes
وَاهاً عَلى ذاكَ الزَّمانِ وما حَوَى
طِيبُ المكانِ بغَفلَةِ الرُّقَباءِ
Days I frolicked freely on Muna's plains
Capering, trailing robes of love
أيَّامُ أرتَعُ في مَيادينِ المُنى
جَذِلاً وأرفُلُ في ذُيولِ حِباءِ
How wondrous were the days that granted a man
Gifts, then took them back, refusing all bounty!
ما أعجَبَ الأيَّامَ تُوجِبُ للفَتى
مِنَحاً وتَمنَحُهُ بسَلبِ عَطاءِ
O is there any return to the life we lived,
One day, after which I'd be content to die?
يا هَل لِماضي عَيشِنا مِن عَودَةٍ
يَوماً وَأسمَحُ بَعدَهُ بَبقائي
Alas, hopes are dashed, the cords of wishfulness snapped,
My dream of reunion is dissolved and undone
هَيهَاتَ خَابَ السَعيُ وَانفَصَمَت عُرى
حَبلِ المُنى وَانحَلَّ عَقدُ رَجائي
It is enough torment to spend my nights
With longing before me, Fate behind
وكَفَى غَراماً أَن أَبِيتَ مُتَيَّماً
شَوقي أَماميَ وَالقَضاءُ وَرائي
