لَك الخَيرُ هذا بَرقُ بُرقَةِ عاقِلِ

لَك الخَيرُ هذا بَرقُ بُرقَةِ عاقِلِ

فَعرِّج عسى تقضي حُقُوقَ المنازلِ

فَعرِّج عسى تقضي حُقُوقَ المنازلِ

May good be yours: this is the lightning of Burqat ʿĀqil.

You are the best, this is lightning bolt from a wise lightning

So turn aside; perhaps you will pay the dwellings their due.

So take a detour, hopefully you fulfill the rights of dwellings

ونستافُ من طُرق الغرام تُرابَها

ونستافُ من طُرق الغرام تُرابَها

ونسقيهِ من ماءِ الجُفونِ بوابلِ

ونسقيهِ من ماءِ الجُفونِ بوابلِ

And along the paths of passion we shall sniff their dust,

And we wipe off the paths of love its dust

And water it with a downpour of tears from our eyelids.

And we water it with the rain of eyelids abundantly

وَنَسألُ بانَ الجزعِ هَل ضَاعَ بَعدَهُم

وَنَسألُ بانَ الجزعِ هَل ضَاعَ بَعدَهُم

بريحِ شَمالٍ بَعدَ تِلكَ الشَّمائِلِ

بريحِ شَمالٍ بَعدَ تِلكَ الشَّمائِلِ

And ask the valley-bend's bān-tree: has it spread fragrance since they left,

And we ask the bereavement, did it get lost after them

On a north wind, now those gracious ways are gone?

With the north wind after those beautiful traits

وَنَندبُ أَوقاتاً تََقضَّت بِظلِّهِ

وَنَندبُ أَوقاتاً تََقضَّت بِظلِّهِ

لنا مَع ظِباءٍ كالظُّبَا في الهَياكلِ

لنا مَع ظِباءٍ كالظُّبَا في الهَياكلِ

And we lament the times that passed beneath its shade,

And we mourn times that have passed in its shadow

When we were with gazelles, like sword-blades in form.

For us, with gazelles like the oryxes in the temples

وَهَل عائِدٌ رَندُ المحصَّبِ بَعدمَا

وَهَل عائِدٌ رَندُ المحصَّبِ بَعدمَا

نأَى السِّربُ عَنهم في نَسيمِ الأصائِلِ

نأَى السِّربُ عَنهم في نَسيمِ الأصائِلِ

And will al-Muḥaṣṣab's laurel return, now that

And did the fox of the valley return after

The herd has gone far from them in the late-afternoon breeze?

The flock distanced themselves from them in the breeze of the originary winds

ديارٌ لهُم في القَلبِ لم يعفُ رسمُها

ديارٌ لهُم في القَلبِ لم يعفُ رسمُها

وإن هي عفَّت في العُذيبِ وبابلِ

وإن هي عفَّت في العُذيبِ وبابلِ

Their dwellings' traces have not faded from my heart,

They have dwellings in the heart whose features have not wasted away

Though they have faded at al-ʿUdhayb and Babylon.

And if they did waste away in anguish and confusion

تُعلِّمنُي كَيفَ الغرامُ رُسومُها

تُعلِّمنُي كَيفَ الغرامُ رُسومُها

وَتَمنحُني من دَوحِِها بالبَلابِلِ

وَتَمنحُني من دَوحِِها بالبَلابِلِ

Their traces teach me what passionate love is,

It teaches me the ways of love

And from their spreading trees they grant me nightingales—and heartaches.

And gives me from its ink pots and trills

وإِني لأَستشفي بريِّ نَسيمِها

وإِني لأَستشفي بريِّ نَسيمِها

بمِا فيهِ من آثارِ تلك الرَّسائلِ

بمِا فيهِ من آثارِ تلك الرَّسائلِ

And indeed I seek healing in the fragrance of their breeze,

And I get healed by the wind of it

Through the traces of those messages it bears.

With what it contains from the effects of those missives

أَيا جيرةً بالأبرقينِ لديكُمُ

أَيا جيرةً بالأبرقينِ لديكُمُ

فُؤادٌ أَصبتمُ مِنهُ كُلَّ الَمقاتِلِ

فُؤادٌ أَصبتمُ مِنهُ كُلَّ الَمقاتِلِ

O neighbors at al-Abraqayn, in your keeping is

Oh neighbors with embers amongst you

A heart you have struck in every vital spot.

Is a heart you have attained from it all the warriors

ولا يرعوي في حُبكُم فيضُرُّهُ

ولا يرعوي في حُبكُم فيضُرُّهُ

حَديثُ مَلامِ لا ولا عَذلُ عاذِلِ

حَديثُ مَلامِ لا ولا عَذلُ عاذِلِ

And it will not relent in loving you, nor be hurt by

And no one objects to your love so it harms him

Words of reproach—no, nor a reproacher's rebuke.

Not the talk of a blamer, no, nor the rebuke of a chider