قَد هاجَ قَلبَكَ بَعدَ السُلوَةِ الوَطَنُ

وَالشَوقُ يُحدِثُهُ لِلنازِحِ الشَجَنُ

Your heart has become restless after tranquility, O homeland

And yearning makes the emigrant shed tears of sorrow

مَن كانَ يَسأَلُ عَنّا أَينَ مَنزِلُنا

فَالأُقحُوانَةُ مِنّا مَنزِلٌ قَمَنُ

Whoever asked about us, where is our dwelling

The wilderness for us is dwelling enough

وَما لِدارٍ عَفَت مِن بَعدِ ساكِنِها

وَما لِعَيشٍ بِها إِذ ذاكُمُ ثَمَنُ

No home remains chaste after its inhabitants have gone

And what good is living there when you are the price

إِذا الجِمارُ حَرىً مِمَّن يَسيرُ بِهِ

وَالحَجُّ قُدماً بِهِ مَعروفٌ الثُكَنُ

When the neighbors deplore whoever travels with them

And the Hajj pilgrimage, well-known for its assemblies

إِذ نَلبَسُ العَيشَ صَفواً لا يُكَدِّرُهُ

جَفوُ الوُشاةِ وَلا يَنبو بِنا زَمَنُ

When we lived purely without troubles

Not harmed by the injustice of evildoers or the vicissitudes of time

إِذا اِجتَمَعنا هَجَرنا كُلَّ فاحِشَةٍ

عِندَ اللِقاءِ وَذاكُم مَجلِسٌ حَسَنُ

When gathered we shunned all shamelessness

In that gathering which was a fine council

فَذاكَ دَهرٌ مَضَت عَنّا ضَلالَتُهُ

وَكُلُّ دَهرٍ لَهُ في سَيرِهِ سَنَنُ

Such was an era whose misguidance has passed from us

And each era follows its own traditions in its course

لَيتَ الهَوى لَم يُقَرِّبني إِلَيكِ وَلَم

أَعرِفكِ إِذ كانَ حَظّي مِنكُمُ الحَزَنُ

Would that passion had not brought me near you nor

Caused me know you when my fortune with you was sorrow