فَأَصبَحنَ قَد أَقهَينَ عَنّي كَما أَبَت

فَأَصبَحنَ قَد أَقهَينَ عَنّي كَما أَبَت

حِياضَ الأَمِدّانِ الهِجانُ القَوامِحُ

حِياضَ الأَمِدّانِ الهِجانُ القَوامِحُ

So they have come to shun me, just as

So they have grown averse to me, just as

They have grown weary of me as the high-banked pools

the noble, high-headed she-camels refuse al-Amiddān’s pools.

The white, purebred camels, heads raised, refused the briny troughs.

Weary of the constant descent of the violent rains.

وأصبَحنَ لا يَسقينَني من مَوَدَّةٍ

وأصبَحنَ لا يَسقينَني من مَوَدَّةٍ

بَلالاً ولو سالَت لَهُنَّ الأباطِحُ

بَلالاً ولو سالَت لَهُنَّ الأباطِحُ

And now they offer me no refreshing draught of affection,

And now they give me no affection to drink—

And they have ceased to give me to drink of kindliness

even if the broad watercourses flowed for them.

Not a drop, even if the gravelly valleys flowed for them.

Even a palmful, though to them belong the bursting clouds.