نَحنُ وَفدُ القِرى حَلَلنا الخِياما

يا أَبا الأَنبِيا الكرامِ سَلاما

We are the pilgrim party, we pitched the tents

Oh father of prophets, most generous, greetings

قَد نَحَونا فَتحَ الضَريحِ قُلوباً

عامِلُ الشَوقِ جَرَّها أَجساما

We came seeking to open hearts at your tomb

Yearning itself pulled our bodies hither

فَأُضيفَت إِلى مَقامِ أَبي الضي

فانِ تَنحوهُ لا طَعاماً وَلا ما

So we came to the station of father of generosity

If you go towards it, seeking no food or drink

فَاِتَّخَذنا مِنَ المَقامِ مُصَلّى

وَاِستَلمنا رُكنَ الضَريحِ اِستِلاما

So we made the tomb our place of worship

And took hold of the corner of the tomb in veneration

ثُمَّ طُفنا بِرُكنِ كَعبَةِ مَثوا

كَ طَوافَ القُدومِ سَعياً قِياما

Then we circumambulated the corner, as Kabah’s pilgrims

Circling upon arrival, striving, standing in prayer

وَبِتَسليمِنا عَلَيكَ نُصَلّي

حَيثُ لِلناسِ كُنتَ قِدماً إِماما

And in salaams to you, we did our prayers

Where for all people you were once imam

حَرَماً آمناً حَلَلتُ فَبُشرى

بِدُخولي مَقامَ إِبراهاما

A sanctuary secure, I came in and received good news

Upon entering this station of Abraham

كُلُّ مَن كانَ في حِماهُ حَلالاً

عَن يَدِ الاِغتيالِ باتَ حَراما

All who fall under your protection are made inviolate

Saved from the spears of assassins, their blood made sacrosanct

صادَنا الشَوقُ فيهِ فَالدَهرُ لا يُث

خِنُ فينا بِالاِصطِيادِ كِلاما

Yearning guided us here, so time cannot

Stab at us with its arrows in this sanctuary

قَد عَرَت دَهشَةُ القُدومِ فَشِمْنا

مِنهُ قَبلَ القِرى نَدىً وَاِبتِساما

We sensed astonishment at arrival, so we breathed in

From it, before all cities, a scent, a smile

سَبرَ البِشرُ جُرحَ قَلبٍ لِصَبٍّ

أثخَنَتهُ قوسُ الزَمانِ سِهاما

Men probed the wound in a heart broken from separation

Pierced by the arrows of time, their hurt made plain

وترجّى حسن القرى حيث أهدا

ك نظاماً ورام منك نظاما

The best of men hoped your noble character would restore

Order from chaos, and from you, systems made sane

كيف لا تمحي نقطة الغين لمّا

عن محيّا اللقا أمطتَ اللثاما

How could the blemish of hypocrisy not vanish

When from your shining face you lifted the veil?

ونرى حلّةَ القبول تجلّت

من سما خلّةٍ تسامت مقاما

And we see the raiment of acceptance appeared

Out of a sublime station, your place exalted

كيف لا تمسي نار نمروذ كربي

بك برداً على الحشا وسلاما

How could the fire of Nimrod not turn, due to you

To coolness for people, and peace for all?

الغياث الغياث يا من هو الغو

ث بل الغيث رقّةً وانسجاما

Succor, succor, O you who are indeed succor

Nay, you are the rain, gentleness and harmony

أنت راعي الجوار حامي ذمام ال

وفد من سلّموا إليك الذماما

You, guardian of neighbors, protector of the bonds

Of pilgrims who surrendered their reins to you

أنت حسبي أمّا إليك فلا قل

ت لمن رام في سواك مراما

You are my sufficiency—as for me, I have not

Said to one who desired other than you, my wish or aim

يا أبا الأنبيا عليك سلامٌ

من محبٍّ قد زاد فيك غراما

O father of prophets—upon you peace

From a lover whose passion for you only grew

حجّ شوقاً إليك وهو عليك ال

آن صلّى وعن سوى الوصل صاما

I make pilgrimage in yearning for you, and I am

Now praying to you, fasting from all but union

وصِلاة الصَلاة يتبعها عا

ئدُ تسليمِنا عليك سلاما

The offering of offerings concludes with the return

Of our greetings of peace, peace be upon you

وعلى آلك الكرام أولي الغا

ر حماة الحمى ندىً وحساما

And upon your noble family, the first of men, protectors

Of sanctuary, dew and sharp swords to guard the faithful

ما سرت نفحة الرياحين من رو

ضةِ مثواك تهدي عَرفَ الخُزامى

No breeze blew from the garden of your tomb

Without bestowing the fragrant breath of Khuzama

قد لثمنا الأعتاب لمّا وجدنا

في ثراها مسك القبول ختاما

We kissed the threshold when we found in its soil

The musk of acceptance, sealed as a signet ring