إِن جُزتَ بِالمَيطورِ مُبتَهِجاً بِهِ

إِن جُزتَ بِالمَيطورِ مُبتَهِجاً بِهِ

وَنَظَرتَ ناضِرَ دَوحِهِ المَمطورِ

وَنَظَرتَ ناضِرَ دَوحِهِ المَمطورِ

If you pass through al-Mayṭūr, delighted by it,

If you pass by Al-Maitoor rejoicing in it

and behold the fresh growth of its rain-drenched grove,

And you look at the radiance of its dripping dew

وَأَراكَ بِالآصالِ خَفقُ هَوائِهِ ال

وَأَراكَ بِالآصالِ خَفقُ هَوائِهِ ال

مَمدودِ تَحريكَ الهَوى المَقصورِ

مَمدودِ تَحريكَ الهَوى المَقصورِ

and at dusk the flutter of its air—the

And I see you fluttering its soft blowing air

“lengthened” form—shows you the stirring of love, the “shortened” form,

Stirring up confined passion

سَل بانَةَ المَنصورِ أَينَ حَديثُهُ ال

سَل بانَةَ المَنصورِ أَينَ حَديثُهُ ال

مَرفوعُ عَن ذَيلِ الصَبا المَجرورِ

مَرفوعُ عَن ذَيلِ الصَبا المَجرورِ

ask al-Manṣūr’s bān tree: where is his tale, the

Ask the doe of Al-Mansoor where is his elevated talk

one “raised” from the east wind’s trailing hem?

Above the tail of time past and gone