الريحُ تَسحَبُ أَذيالاً وَتَنشُرُها

يا لَيتَني كُنتُ مِمَّن تَحسَبُ الريحُ

The wind drags its train and spreads it

Oh, if only I were one of those the wind supposes

كَيما تَجُرَّ بِنا ذَيلاً فَتَطرَحنا

عَلى الَّتي دونَها مُغبَرَّةٌ سوحُ

So it would drag us, tail-like, and cast us

Upon her whom is dusty and desolate plains

أَنّى بِقُربِكُمُ أَم كَيفَ لي بِكُمُ

هَيهاتَ ذَلِكَ ما أَمسَت لَنا روحُ

How can I be near you or how can I have you

Alas! That is not for us anymore

فَلَيتَ ضِعفَ الَّذي أَلقى يَكونُ بِها

بَل لَيتَ ضِعفَ الَّذي أَلقى تَباريحُ

If only the one who created separation would become weak

No, if only the one who created parting would become feeble

إِحدى بُنَيّاتِ عَمّى دونَ مَنزِلِها

أَرضٌ بِقيعانِها القَيصومُ وَالشيحُ

One of my uncle's daughters, not far from her abode

A land of wormwood and spurge is its valley