قفوا بالحزنِ من حُزوى

قفوا بالحزنِ من حُزوى

ففيهِ طابَتِ الشَّكوى

ففيهِ طابَتِ الشَّكوى

Halt on the rugged ground of Huzwa,

Stop at Al-Hazn, where complaining is sweet,

For there lamentation grew sweet.

And wind through the meadows, gently bent.

وعُوجوا اللِّوى وهناً

وعُوجوا اللِّوى وهناً

وحيُّوا منزلاً أقوىَ

وحيُّوا منزلاً أقوىَ

And turn toward al-Liwa late at night,

Revive an abode, make it strong.

And greet a dwelling now deserted.

And if you come to Najd's fever,

وإن جئتُم حمى نَجدٍ

وإن جئتُم حمى نَجدٍ

فَخُصُّوا البانَةَ القُصَوى

فَخُصُّوا البانَةَ القُصَوى

And if you reach Najd's protected grounds,

Ask especially about Al-Banah.

Then single out the farthest bān tree.

Lend me a tear for her,

أعيروني لها دمعاً

أعيروني لها دمعاً

وجودُوها عسَى تُروَى

وجودُوها عسَى تُروَى

Lend me tears for her,

That she may be watered - perhaps revived.

And shower her with them; perhaps she will be watered.

For how much time beneath her shade

فكم في ظلَّها وقتاً

فكم في ظلَّها وقتاً

قطَعناهُ كما نَهوَى

قطَعناهُ كما نَهوَى

For many an hour beneath her shade

We whiled away, as we wished!

We passed just as we wished.

And how many nights with her

وكم لي عندها ليلاً

وكم لي عندها ليلاً

جهرنا فيهِ بالنَّجوى

جهرنا فيهِ بالنَّجوى

And many a night was mine beside her,

We talked openly, whispering.

When we spoke our whispered confidences aloud.

And on the side of the sands I have

ولي في جانبِ الرَّملِ

ولي في جانبِ الرَّملِ

غَزالٌ أَغيدٌ أحوَى

غَزالٌ أَغيدٌ أحوَى

And at the edge of the sands I have

A gazelle, lonely, yearning,

A lissome, dusky gazelle.

Winding through the days of my pact,

لوَى بالُمنحنى عَهدي

لوَى بالُمنحنى عَهدي

وما عَن وما أَلوَى

وما عَن وما أَلوَى

He broke faith with me at the bend,

Not turning this way or that.

And neither appeared nor turned back.

Ask the eyelids of her eyes

سلوا أَجفانَ عَينيهِ

سلوا أَجفانَ عَينيهِ

لماذا رُحنَ لي بَلوى

لماذا رُحنَ لي بَلوى

Ask the eyelids of his eyes

Why they have saddled me with affliction.

Why they have become an affliction to me.

And if I live, though love itself

فإِن عشتُ وَقَد صَدَّ

فإِن عشتُ وَقَد صَدَّ

فحُبيِّ كُلُّهُ دَعوَى

فحُبيِّ كُلُّهُ دَعوَى

For if I live on though he has turned away,

Has barred the way, all is pretense.

Then all my love is merely a claim.