كمْ ليَوْمِ الفِراقِ منْ غُصّهْ

في فؤادِ العَميدْ

How heavy is the day of parting

In the heart of the chief

ترْفَعُ الأمْرَ فيهِ والقِصّهْ

للوَليّ الحَميدْ

To raise the matter then and the story

To the gracious guardian

رحَلَ الرّكْبُ يقْطَعُ البَيْدا

بسَفينِ النّياقْ

The caravan traveled cutting through the desert

With the sailing camel

كُلُّ وجْناءَ تُتْلِعُ الجِيدا

وتَبُذُّ الرِّفاقْ

Every beautiful gazelle calling out

And parting from friends

حسِبْت لَيْلَةَ اللِّقا عيدا

فهْيَ ذاتُ اشْتِياقْ

I thought the night of meeting was a celebration

Yet it was full of yearning

صائِماتٍ لا تقْبَلُ الرّخْصَهْ

قبْلَ فِطْرٍ وَعيدْ

Fasting women who don’t accept the concession

Before the feast and holiday

فهْيَ مُذْ أمّلَتْهُ مُخْتَصّهْ

بجِهادٍ جَهيدْ

Since it hoped for it, it became specialized

With enormous effort

يا إمامَ العَلاءِ والفَخْرِ

ذا السّنا المُبْهِجِ

O Imam of the noble and the pride

Of radiant years

هاكَها لا عدِمْتَ في الدّهْرِ

آمِلاً مُرْتَجي

I present you this, may you never lack in life

Hoping and aspiring

عارَضْتُ قوْلَ بائِعِ التّمْرِ

بمَقالٍ شَجي

I confronted the saying of the date seller

With difficult words

غرّبوكِ الجِمالُ يا حَفْصَهْ

منْ مَكانٍ بَعيدْ

Beauty has hidden you, oh Hafsa

From a far place

منْ سِجِلْماسَةٍ ومنْ قَفْصَهْ

وبِلادِ الجَريدْ

From Ségilmassa and from Kafsa

And the lands of Jarid