فَمَن يَتَّبِع آثارَنا في مَحَلِّنا

فَمَن يَتَّبِع آثارَنا في مَحَلِّنا

يَجِد يارَقاً مُلقىً وَقَلباً مُعَضَّدا

يَجِد يارَقاً مُلقىً وَقَلباً مُعَضَّدا

So whoever follows our tracks at our campsite

Whoever follows our traces in our abode

Will find a bracelet cast aside, and a bangle for the upper arm,

Will find a forsaken lover and a heart in anguish

وَدُرّاً وَياقوتاً أَرَغنَ اِلتِقاطَهُ

وَدُرّاً وَياقوتاً أَرَغنَ اِلتِقاطَهُ

تَداعَت بِهِ كَفُّ الصِبا فَتَبَدَّدا

تَداعَت بِهِ كَفُّ الصِبا فَتَبَدَّدا

And pearls and rubies they sought to gather;

Pearls and rubies that hands coveted to grasp

The hand of youthful passion gave way, and they scattered.

Which failed, for they were destined to be scattered

وَأَشعَثَ هَبّالاً إِلى الكورِ رَأسُهُ

وَأَشعَثَ هَبّالاً إِلى الكورِ رَأسُهُ

أُشَبِّهُهُ في آخِرِ اللَيلِ هُدهُدا

أُشَبِّهُهُ في آخِرِ اللَيلِ هُدهُدا

And a disheveled man, his head drooping toward the camel-saddle,

A disheveled lover whose head inclined

I liken him, at the end of the night, to a hoopoe;

To the curves, I liken him at end of night to a love-sick nightingale

وَمُنجَدِلاً كَالحَبلِ مِن سَورَةِ الكَرى

وَمُنجَدِلاً كَالحَبلِ مِن سَورَةِ الكَرى

يَرى الحَجَرَ المُلقى فِراشاً مُمَهَّدا

يَرى الحَجَرَ المُلقى فِراشاً مُمَهَّدا

And one sprawled like a rope from sleep's overpowering force,

And a permanent lover like a rope from Sura al-Qadr

Who sees the stone cast aside as a smoothly prepared bed.

Who sees the discarded stone as a well-prepared bed