وَلَقَد قُلتُ يَومَ بانوا لِبَكرٍ

وَلَقَد قُلتُ يَومَ بانوا لِبَكرٍ

أَنتَ يا بَكرُ سُقتَنا ذا المَساقا

أَنتَ يا بَكرُ سُقتَنا ذا المَساقا

And indeed I said to Bakr, the day they departed:

I said, when they set out for Bakr,

You, O Bakr, drove us along this course.

"O Bakr, you led us on smoothly."

أَنتَ قَرَّبتَني إِلى الحينِ حَتّى

أَنتَ قَرَّبتَني إِلى الحينِ حَتّى

حُمِّلَ القَلبُ مِنهُمُ ما أَطاقا

حُمِّلَ القَلبُ مِنهُمُ ما أَطاقا

You brought me near to death, until

You brought me close to them until

the heart was burdened by them with all it could bear.

The heart was laden with more than it could bear.

وَلَقَد قُلتُ لا أَبا لَكَ دَعني

وَلَقَد قُلتُ لا أَبا لَكَ دَعني

إِنَّ حَتفي في أَن أَزورَ الرِفاقا

إِنَّ حَتفي في أَن أَزورَ الرِفاقا

And indeed I said: May you have no father—leave me!

And I said, "No harm to you, leave me be!

Indeed, my death lies in visiting the companions.

For my destiny lies in visiting friends."

إِنَّ قَصري أَن يُشعَرَ القَلبُ سُقماً

إِنَّ قَصري أَن يُشعَرَ القَلبُ سُقماً

مِن سُلَيمى مُخامِراً وَاِشتِياقا

مِن سُلَيمى مُخامِراً وَاِشتِياقا

Indeed, my lot is for the heart to be imbued with sickness

My failing is that the heart feels sick

from Sulayma, pervading it, and with longing.

With yearning for Sulaima's wine.

قَد أَرانا وَلا أُسَرُّ بِأَن تَج

قَد أَرانا وَلا أُسَرُّ بِأَن تَج

مَعَ دارٌ وَلا نُبالي الفِراقَ

مَعَ دارٌ وَلا نُبالي الفِراقَ

I recall us: I took no joy in our being brought

They showed us - though I'm not pleased that you came -

together by a house, nor did we care about parting.

A house, and we care not for parting.

ثُمَّ وَلَّوا وَما قَرابَةُ مَن حَلَّ

ثُمَّ وَلَّوا وَما قَرابَةُ مَن حَلَّ

بِنَجدٍ مِمَّن يَحِلُّ العِراقا

بِنَجدٍ مِمَّن يَحِلُّ العِراقا

Then they turned away—what closeness is there between one who has settled

Then they left, and no kinship remains

in Najd and one who dwells in Iraq?

With one who dwells in Nejd, from one who inhabits Iraq.