زموا القلوص فما للبين تفنيد

ولا لجرح نكاه الضيم تضميد

They have bound the shackles, so separation cannot be undone,

Nor a wound soothed, whose hurt was caused by injustice.

زموا القلوص فما أَدري أوجهتهم

عمان أم أنهم من دونها نودوا

They have bound the shackles, so I know not where they will take them -

To Oman or elsewhere they are being led.

يا معشر الصحب بي وجد أكاد جوى

أذوب ما أضرمته الأعين السود

O companions in anguish! In passion I burn and yearn

To melt away - lit by eyes dark as night.

فهاتها من صميم الدن مترعة

كأنها في جبين الشرك توحيد

Bring them to me from the valley's heart, well-watered -

As if, on the brow of idols, God's oneness is inscribed.

عسى لما بي من غصات حبهم

فيما يجود به الخمار تبديد

Maybe the bitterness of their love that afflicts me

Will be dispersed by the wine's generosity.

يقول عبود إن الحشر يجمعنا

يا هند مالي وما يرويه عبود

Says Uboud: “The Resurrection will reunite us.”

O Hind! What care I for what Uboud relates?

ما زال وصلك ما رفت ذوائبه

على فؤادي وظل الحب ممدود

Your love has not ceased, its passions still raging

Within my heart, while tender love lies extended.

فأي قلب هجير الهجر يلفحه

يغنيه فيء رواقاه المواعيد

What heart estranged by remoteness, can endure

The ardour of the trysts’ recalled memory?