إِذا عَرَضَ المَنامُ لَنا بِسَلمى
فَقُل في لَيلِ طارِقَةٍ قَصيرِ
When dreams bring me to Salma,
Say on a short starry night:
أَتَتنا بَعدَما وَقَعَ المَطايا
بِنا في ظِلِّ أَبيَضَ مَستَطيرِ
She came after the camels knelt down with us
In the shade of a vast white tent.
فَقُلتُ لَها كَذا الأَحلامُ أَم لا
أَتَتني الرائِعاتُ مِنَ الدُهورِ
I said: “Are dreams like that or not?”
“Did the lovely ladies of old come to me?”
فَلَمّا لِلصَلاةِ دَعا المُنادي
نَهَضتُ وَكُنتُ مِنها في غِرورِ
When the caller summoned us to pray,
I got up, still in rapture with her.
نَماني كُلُّ أَصيَدَ دارِمِيٍّ
عَلى الأَقوَمِ أَبّاءٍ فَخورِ
My yearning for any beauty of Darimiyyah
Is for the straightest and proudest fathers.
إِذا اِجتَمَعَت عَصايِبُ كُلَّ حَيٍّ
مِنَ الآفاقِ مُختَلِفي النُجورِ
When my tribesmen from all places
Of diverse generosity gather,
مُلَبَّدَةٌ رُؤوسُهُمُ سِراعاً
إِلى البَيتِ المُحَرَّمِ ذي السُتورِ
Their heads rushing to perform Umrah
To the inviolable house of curtains.
رَأَونا فَوقَهُم وَلنا عَلَيهِم
صَلاةُ الرافِعينَ مَعَ المُغيرِ
We saw them and we have over them
The prayers of those who lift their hands and of invokers.
وَرِثنا عَن خَليلِ اللَهِ بَيتاً
يُطَيَّبُ لِلصَلاةِ وَلِلطَهورِ
We inherited from Allah’s friend a house
That is perfumed for prayers and ablution.
هُوَ البَيتُ الَّذي مِن كُلِّ وَجهٍ
إِلَيهِ وَجوهُ أَصحابُ القُبورِ
It is the house which from all directions
The faces of the people of graves turn to.
خِيارَ اللَهِ لِلإِسلامِ إِنّا
إِلَيكَ نَشُدُّ أَنساعَ الصُدورِ
O Allah’s best ones for Islam, we appeal to you
To open up your chests.
سَتَحمِلُنا إِلَيكَ مُبَلِّغاتٌ
يَطَأنَ دَماً مُكَدَّحَةُ الظُهورِ
Carriers will bring us to you
With blood dripping from overburdened backs.
بَناتُ الداعِرِيِّ إِذا تَلاقَت
عُراها وَهيَ جائِلَةُ الضُفورِ
Daughters of Da’ir when they meet,
Their breasts swinging as they walk proudly
لِنَأتي خَيرَ أَهلِ الأَرضِ حَيّاً
تُحَلُّ إِلَيهِ أَحناءُ الأُمورِ
That we may come to the best people alive
To whom the reins of affairs are entrusted.
