سَلامٌ عَلى أَهلِ تِلكَ الخِيام

فَهُم سُؤلُ سُؤلي وَأَقصى المَرام

Peace be upon the people of those tents

They are the goal of my questions and my highest hopes

بِحَقِّ الهَوى يا نَسيمَ الحِزام

عَلى رَسمِ دارِهِم عَرِّجِ

By the right of passion, O breeze of the belt,

Pass by their abode

وَحَيِّ لَنا رَبَّةَ الهَودَجِ

أَلا يا حَمامَ اللِوى وَالعَقيق

And give us news of the lady of the howdah

Oh dove of ardour and ruby,

إِلى كَم مِنَ النَوحِ ما تَستَفيق

أَظُنُّكَ مِثلي جَفاكَ الصَديق

How long will you lament

I think you are like me, abandoned by the friend

فَبِاللَهِ غَنّي بِصَوتٍ شَجي

سُلَيمى رَجائي الَّذي اِرتَجى

So for God's sake, sing with a fervent voice

My hope, Suleima, that I aspired to

حُمَيمَةَ البانِ كَم هذا النَحيب

عَلى كُلِّ غُصنٍ وَفَرعٍ رَطيب

The love of the radiant moon, how much is this wailing

On every fresh and fragrant branch

مَتى بانَ صَبٌّ بقَلبٍ كَئيب

خَلِيٌّ مِنَ الأَلَمِ المُزعِجِ

When will the pouring of a sorrowful heart be revealed

Empty of troubling pain

إِلى غَيرِ حُبِّكَ لا يَلتَجي

وَلَمّا أَتَت نَفَحاتُ العِراق

To other than your love he does not aspire

And when the breezes of Iraq came

تُخَبِّرُني عَنهُمُ بالتَلاق

فَنادَيتُ مِن لاعِجِ الإِشتِياق

Bringing news of their meeting

I called out from intense yearning

أَيا نوقُ طابَ السُرى فَاِدلِجي

بَلَغَت رَجايَ الَّذي أَرتَجي

Oh she-camels of blessed journey, march on

You have attained my hopes that I aspire to

حَلَفتُ بِمَن حَجَّ ثُمَّ اِعتَمَر

وَطافَ وَفازَ بِلَثمِ الحَجَر

I swore by the one who performed Hajj and Umrah

And circumambulated and touched the Black Stone

وَمَن كانَ بِالبَيتِ يَتلو السُوَر

لانَت رَجائي الَّذي أَرتَجي

And the one who recited the surahs in the House

You have attained my hopes that I aspire to

وَبُغيَةَ قلبِ الكَئيبِ الشَجي

And the aspirations of the sorrowful ardent heart