ظَعَنوا فَخَيَّمَ لاعِجُ الأَشواقِ

ظَعَنوا فَخَيَّمَ لاعِجُ الأَشواقِ

يَومُ الفِراقِ قِيامَةُ العُشَّاقِ

يَومُ الفِراقِ قِيامَةُ العُشَّاقِ

They departed, and longing’s searing fire pitched camp.

They departed, and yearning's anguish prevailed,

The day of parting is the lovers’ Day of Resurrection.

The day of parting is the lover's doomsday.

صَفِرَت مَزادُهُمُ فَما اِكتَرَثوا لَها

صَفِرَت مَزادُهُمُ فَما اِكتَرَثوا لَها

ثِقَةً بِواكِفِ دَمعِيَ المُهراقِ

ثِقَةً بِواكِفِ دَمعِيَ المُهراقِ

Their waterskins ran dry, yet they paid them no heed,

Their patience ran out, but they did not care,

Trusting in the flow of my shed tears.

Trusting my ever-flowing tears.

نَصَبوا مِجَنَّ الصَّبرِ ساعَةَ أَشرَعُوا

نَصَبوا مِجَنَّ الصَّبرِ ساعَةَ أَشرَعُوا

نَحوَ القُلوبِ أَسِنَّةَ الأَحداقِ

نَحوَ القُلوبِ أَسِنَّةَ الأَحداقِ

They raised the shield of patience the moment they leveled

They set up the tent of patience when they embarked

The spearpoints of their eyes toward hearts.

Towards the hearts with gaze's spears.

قُل لِلخُطوبِ قَدِ اِحتَلَلتُ شُقورَةً

قُل لِلخُطوبِ قَدِ اِحتَلَلتُ شُقورَةً

ما تَرتَجِي وَبِها أَبو إِسحاقِ

ما تَرتَجِي وَبِها أَبو إِسحاقِ

Say to calamities: I have settled in Shuqura;

Tell troubles that I now occupy Shuqurah,

What do you hope for, with Abu Ishaq there?

Caring not for it or Abul Ishak.

إِنِّي اِعتَصَمتُ بِمَن وَقاني شَرَّها

إِنِّي اِعتَصَمتُ بِمَن وَقاني شَرَّها

فَإِنِ اِبتَغاها ما لَها مِن واقِ

فَإِنِ اِبتَغاها ما لَها مِن واقِ

I have taken refuge in him who protected me from their harm;

I take refuge in Him who protected me from its harm,

And if he pursues them, they have no protector.

If it seeks me, it has no power over me.

أَبَني هَمُشكٍ إِنَّ إِبراهيمَكُم

أَبَني هَمُشكٍ إِنَّ إِبراهيمَكُم

مُحيي العُفاةِ وَقاتِلُ الإِملاقِ

مُحيي العُفاةِ وَقاتِلُ الإِملاقِ

O sons of Hamushk, indeed your Ibrahim

O Hamshakh's son, your Ibrahim

Gives life to those seeking bounty and slays destitution.

Revives the dead and kills despair.

أَمُديرَ كاسِ الجودِ قَد ثَمِلَ الوَرى

أَمُديرَ كاسِ الجودِ قَد ثَمِلَ الوَرى

أَنَّى لَهُم صَحوٌ وَأَنتَ السَّاقِي

أَنَّى لَهُم صَحوٌ وَأَنتَ السَّاقِي

O you who pass round the cup of generosity, mankind has grown drunk;

O cupbearer, extend the cup of generosity for the land is full,

How can they sober up while you are the cupbearer?

How can they be sober when you are the pourer?