يا فرحتا إذ صَرَفنا أوجه الإبلِ

نحو الأحبةِ بالازعاج والعجَلِ

O my joy when we turned the camels' faces

Toward the loved ones, hurriedly and eagerly,

نَحثهن ولا يُونين من دَأبٍ

لكنَّ للشوق حَثاً ليس للإبلِ

Urging them on, though they would not hasten from their pace,

Yet longing has a spur other than camels.

يا نائياً قربَتْ منه وسَاوِسهُ

أمسَى قرينَ الهوى والشَوقِ والوجَلِ

O you who were remote, he drew near you and his passions

Spent the night close to love, yearning and disquiet.

إن طالَ عَهدُكَ بالأحبابِ مُغترِباً

فإنَّ عَهدَكَ بالتَسهيدِ لم يُطلِ

If your absence from the loved ones has grown long

Your absence from receiving news has not grown long.

أمَا اشتَفى الدَّهرُ منَ حرّان مُختَبل

صبِّ الفُؤادِ إلى حَرانَ مُختبَلِ

Has not time quenched its thirst with the infatuated, crazed one,

Whose heart pours towards the infatuated, crazed one?

عِش بالرَجاءِ وأملَ قُربَ دارِهم

لعل نَفسَك أن تبقى مع الأملِ

Live in hope and expect the nearness of their abode,

Perhaps your soul will remain with hope.

تَهوى العراقَ وما فيهِ لنا شَبحَنٌ

إلا التقرب من كتبٍ ومن رسلِ

You yearn for Iraq and those in it; we have no likeness

Except drawing near to books and messengers.

وتستريحُ إلى ريح مؤدِّيَةٍ

ريا الأحبة تأتينا على مهلِ

And you find comfort in a blowing wind,

Imagining the loved ones coming to us unhurriedly.

إذا جَرَت لم يَعقهَا أن تُبَلغنا

نسيمَهُم عرض رملٍ لا ولا جبلِ

If it blows long, it will convey to us

Their breeze across a sandy plane, no hills or mountains.

ونرتجي دولةً للشملِ جامعةً

بالرَّقتينِ فإن الدهرَ ذو دولِ

And we hope for a state of gathered union,

With the two encampments - for time has its rounds.