إِن كُنتَ تُضمِرُ لي في الحُبِّ إِشفاقا
فأطلِقِ الدَمعَ خَلفَ الظعنِ إِطلاقا
If you harbor any affection for me,
Then let tears flow freely behind the stab.
لا تَلحَني فَصَباباتٍ قُطِعتُ بِها
إِلى اللَذاذاتِ إِسباباً وَإِغلاقا
Do not try to seduce me with youthfulness that has led
Me to pleasures, a means and a block.
بَيني وَبَينَ حِمى الأَحبابِ عَهدُ هَوىً
أَلّا أَزالَ إِلَيهِ الدَهرُ مُشتاقا
Between me and the sanctuary of loved ones is a covenant of passion
That time has perpetually made me yearn for.
يَشتاقُ قَلبي إِلى نَجدٍ وَيُطرِبُهُ
نَسيمُ نَجدٍ إِذا ما هَبَّ خَفّاقا
My heart yearns for Najd and is stirred
By the breeze of Najd when it blows gently.
وَأسأَلُ البَرقَ أَحياناً فَتُخبِرُني
عَنهُمُ بِما يَملَأُ الأَحشاءَ إِحراقا
And I sometimes ask lightning, so it tells me
About them, with that which fills my heart with burning.
يا بَرقُ هَل رَبَّةُ الخالَينِ ذاكِرَةٌ
بَعد البِعادِ لَنا عَهداً وَميثاقا
O lightning, does the mistress of the moles still remember
After the separation, the covenant and pact we had?
واوَحشَتا لِدِيارٍ دونَ كاظِمَةٍ
كُلُّ الفَضاءِ لِعِينٍ بَعدَهُم ضاقا
And how lonesome are the abodes without Kazima,
All space, without them, seems narrow to the eye.
قالَت فُتنتَ بِنا وجداً فَقُلتُ لَها
كَم قَد فَتِنتِ رَعاكِ اللَهُ عُشاقا
It said, "You were tempted by us wholeheartedly", I said,
"How your passionate lover has tempted you!"
ويلاهُ مِن عَذبِة الأَلفاظ مُذ هَجَرَت
ما راقَ لِلعَينِ ما مِن عيشَةٍ راقا
Woe to me from the sweet words since she left.
Nothing has appealed to the eye nor any life appealed.
يا لَسعَةً في فُؤادي لا أَرى أَبَداً
لَها سِوى القُربِ مِن لَمياءَ دِرياقا
O vastness in my heart I will never see
Except nearness to Lamiya has appealed.
إِن أَومَضَ البَرقُ نَجدِيّاً بَعَثتُ لَهُ
جارٍ مِنَ الدَمعِ مِدراراً وَمِهراقا
When the Najdi lightning flickered I sent it
A torrent of tears flowing and pouring.
لَواَنَّ قَلبي في صَخرٍ لَقَلقَلَهُ
حادٍ بِها يَومَ سَفحِ المُنحَنى سِباقا
If my heart was in a rock, it would shake it,
Agitated with passion on the day of the curved incline race.
لا مَتَّعَ اللَهُ طَرفي في مَحاسِنِها
إِن كانَ مِن بَعدِها طيبُ الكَرى ذاقا
May God not let my eyes delight in her beauty,
If after her the morrow's joy has appealed.
