خَرَجنَ يَومَ مِنىً وَبِالنَقا بَرَّزن

خَرَجنَ يَومَ مِنىً وَبِالنَقا بَرَّزن

قَد أَشرَقَت من سَناها سَهلَها وَالحزن

قَد أَشرَقَت من سَناها سَهلَها وَالحزن

They came out on the day of Mina and appeared at al-Naqa, the sand dune.

They went out one day from Mina with camels

Her plain and the rugged ground shone with her radiance.

Her beauty made the valley glow and gloom depart

بَكَيتُ قالت أَفِق ابذُل لَجَينَ الخَزن

بَكَيتُ قالت أَفِق ابذُل لَجَينَ الخَزن

الوَصلُ لا يَنبَغي بِالدَمعِ بَل بِالوَزن

الوَصلُ لا يَنبَغي بِالدَمعِ بَل بِالوَزن

I wept; she said, 'Come to your senses! Offer the hoarded silver.'

I wept, she said awake, spend your tears more smart

Union is not won with tears, but by weighing out silver.

Reunion's price is weighed, not wept for in the heart