هَبَّت نُسَيمَةُ رامَةٍ فَتَأَرَّقا
تُهدي السَلامَ إِلى سُوَيكِنَةِ النَقا
A gentle breeze blew by, so we bid farewell,
It carries greetings to the beloved homeland.
وَقَفَت تُطارِحُها حَديثَ طُوَيلِعٍ
فَلَقَد حَييتُ بِها وَمُتُّ تَشَوُّقا
It stopped and shared with me tales from afar,
I was revived and yearned to be where you are.
يا حَبَّذا ريحُ الشمالِ فَإِنَّها
أَضحَت مُجَدّدَةً لِسَلمى مَوثِقا
How great is the north wind! It came by
And renewed the ties we cherish, fortified.
نَفَحَت فَقُلتُ تَمَسَّكوا بِعَبيرِها
وَطَفِقتُ مِن وَلَهى بِها مُتَنَشِّقا
It blew, and I said: “Inhale its fragrance!”
I was enthralled, utterly lovesick.
واهاً لِمُكتَئِبٍ يَهيمُ صَبابَةً
وَجَوىً عَلى بَرقِ إِلا بيرَق أَبرَقا
Woe to the gloomy one, wandering aimlessly,
Seeking solace in faint flickers, lightning in the dark.
سكَنَ العَقيق وَبالعُذَيبِ مَرامَهُ
يا قُربَهُ أَمَداً وَأَبعَدَهُ لِقا
The sandgrouse settled, its watering place afar,
So near, yet so distant for my ailing heart!
حَلَفَ البُكا اَن لا يُفارِق جَفنَهُ
لَمّا غَدا شَملَ الخَليط مُمَزَّقا
My tears swore to never leave my eyes
When my tribe left, and kinship lay torn.
سَقياً لِأَيّامِ الغُوَيرِ وَلا رَعى
يَوماً بِهِ كانَ الفِراقُ وَلا سَقا
Watering the days of separation has no cure,
The day we parted, I had no drink or feed.
راقَ الفِراقُ لِجيرَةٍ مِن بَعدِهِم
ما راقَ لي عَيشٌ وَلا جَفني رَقا
When my people left, separation plagued me
Unlike any plight I have suffered before.
رَحَلوا وَلِلزَفَراتِ بَينَ رَحيلِهِم
نارٌ يَكادُ لَهيبُها أَن يَحرِقا
Their departure ignited fires in my core
Their flames threaten to burn me to the ground.
وَلَكُم سَأَلتُ لِيُنجِدَ الحادي بِهِم
يَومَ النَوى فَأَبى السُؤال وَعَرَقا
I implored on the day of desire to reunite us,
But my plea was rejected, and I recoiled in pain.
يا باكِيَ الأَطلالِ بَعدَ حَبيبِهِ
حُزناً يُؤَمِّلُ دمنَةً أَن تَنطِقا
O you who cry for your love by the ruins,
Your deep sorrow speaking more than words can.
بُح بِالسَرائِرِ وَاِهمِ دَمعَكَ بَعدَهُم
وَجداً وَبِتَّ النَومَ عَنكَ مُطَلَّقا
Confide your inner secrets, let flow your tears,
Sleep has abandoned you since we were severed.
إِنَّ الَّذينَ عَهِدتُم سُكّانَها
لَعِبَ الغَرامُ بِشَملِهِم فَتَفَرَّقا
Those you knew to dwell in this land
Were torn by longing, scattered and gone.
