لَقَد جُنَّ مَن يَبكي عَلى رَسمِ مَنزِلٍ

لَقَد جُنَّ مَن يَبكي عَلى رَسمِ مَنزِلٍ

وَيَندُبُ أَطلالاً عَفَونَ بِجَروَلِ

وَيَندُبُ أَطلالاً عَفَونَ بِجَروَلِ

Mad indeed is he who weeps over a dwelling’s traces

Truly mad is he who weeps over a campsite's traces,

and laments ruins effaced at Jarwal.

And laments for ruins obliterated on the stony ground.

فَإِن قيلَ ما يُبكيكَ قالَ حَمامَةٌ

فَإِن قيلَ ما يُبكيكَ قالَ حَمامَةٌ

تَنوحُ عَلى فَرخٍ بِأَصواتِ مُعوِلِ

تَنوحُ عَلى فَرخٍ بِأَصواتِ مُعوِلِ

If asked, “What makes you weep?” he says, “A dove,

If asked, "What makes you weep?" he replies, "A dove,"

mourning a chick with a mourner’s cries,

"Wailing for her chick with the voice of a mourner,"

تُذَكِّرُني حَيّاً حِلالاً بِقَفرَةٍ

تُذَكِّرُني حَيّاً حِلالاً بِقَفرَةٍ

وَآخِيَّةٍ شُدَّت بِفِهرٍ وَجَندَلِ

وَآخِيَّةٍ شُدَّت بِفِهرٍ وَجَندَلِ

reminds me of a tribe encamped in a wilderness,

"Reminding me of a tribe encamped in the wasteland,"

and a tethering loop secured with a hand-sized stone and rocks.”

"And a tethering-stake secured by rock and stone."

وَلَكِنَّني أَبكي عَلى الراحِ إِنَّها

وَلَكِنَّني أَبكي عَلى الراحِ إِنَّها

حَرامٌ عَلَينا في الكِتابِ المُنَزَّلِ

حَرامٌ عَلَينا في الكِتابِ المُنَزَّلِ

But I weep for wine, for it

But I—I weep for the wine, solely because

is forbidden to us in the revealed Book.

It is forbidden to us in the revealed Book.

سَأَشرَبُها صِرفاً وَإِن هِيَ حُرِّمَت

سَأَشرَبُها صِرفاً وَإِن هِيَ حُرِّمَت

فَقَد طالَما واقَعتُ غَيرَ مُحَلَّلِ

فَقَد طالَما واقَعتُ غَيرَ مُحَلَّلِ

I shall drink it unmixed, even though it is forbidden,

I will drink it undiluted, even if it is banned,

for often have I indulged in what is unlawful.

For long have I committed what is not lawful.