تُرَىI wonder يَاO جِيرَةَneighbors الشِّعْبِthe ravine
تُرَى يَا جِيرَةَ الشِّعْبِ
يُسَرُّis gladdened بِوَصْلِكُمْby union with you قَلْبِيmy heart
يُسَرُّ بِوَصْلِكُمْ قَلْبِي
I wonder, O neighbors of the ravine,
will my heart rejoice in union with you,
وَتَجْمَعُand gathers بَيْنَنَاbetween us دَارٌa dwelling
وَتَجْمَعُ بَيْنَنَا دَارٌ
عَلىwith الإِكْرَامِhonor وَالرَّحْبِand warm welcome
عَلى الإِكْرَامِ وَالرَّحْبِ
and will a home bring us together
with honor and warm welcome?
أُهَيْلَdear folk الحَيِّthe encampment وَاoh عَطَشِيmy thirst
أُهَيْلَ الحَيِّ وَا عَطَشِي
لِذَاكَfor that المَنْهَلِwatering place العَذْبِsweet
لِذَاكَ المَنْهَلِ العَذْبِ
Dear folk of the encampment—oh, my thirst
for that sweet watering place!
وَيَاand oh شَوْقِيmy longing إلىfor عَيْشٍa life
وَيَا شَوْقِي إلى عَيْشٍ
مَضَىpassed فِيin ظِلِّهِits shade الرَّحْبِspacious
مَضَى فِي ظِلِّهِ الرَّحْبِ
And oh, my longing for a life
that passed beneath its spacious shade,
وَأَيّامٍand days بِلاَwithout عَتْبٍreproach
وَأَيّامٍ بِلاَ عَتْبٍ
تَقَضَّتْpassed فِيin هَوَىlove of عُتْبِʿUtb
تَقَضَّتْ فِي هَوَى عُتْبِ
and days without reproach,
spent in love of ʿUtb!
إِذَاwhenever ذُكِرَتْare recalled لَيالِيهِits nights
إِذَا ذُكِرَتْ لَيالِيهِ
تَهِيجُflare up لَوَاعِجُburning pangs الصَّبَthe ardent lover
تَهِيجُ لَوَاعِجُ الصَّبَ
Whenever its nights are recalled,
the lover's burning pangs flare up;
وَيُحْيِيand revives قَلْبَthe heart of عَاشِقِهِits lover
وَيُحْيِي قَلْبَ عَاشِقِهِ
حَدِيثmention of نَسِيمِهِits breeze الرَّطْبِmoist
حَدِيث نَسِيمِهِ الرَّطْبِ
and its lover's heart is revived
by mention of its moist breeze.
وَمُحْتَجِبٍand a veiled one تَبَسُّمُّهُhis smile
وَمُحْتَجِبٍ تَبَسُّمُّهُ
يُمَزِّقُrends ظُلْمَةَthe darkness of الحُجْبِthe veils
يُمَزِّقُ ظُلْمَةَ الحُجْبِ
And a veiled one, whose smile
rends the darkness of the veils—
يُصَانُis guarded حِمَاهُhis sanctuary بِالاِجْلاَلِby reverence
يُصَانُ حِمَاهُ بِالاِجْلاَلِ
لاَnot بِالسُّمْرِby brown spears وَالقُضْبِand keen swords
لاَ بِالسُّمْرِ وَالقُضْبِ
his sanctuary is guarded by reverence,
not by brown spears and keen swords.
مِنَamong الأَقْمَارِthe moons مَنْزِلَتَاهُhis two abodes
مِنَ الأَقْمَارِ مَنْزِلَتَاهُ
فِيin طَرْفِيmy eye وَفِيand in قُلْبِيmy heart
فِي طَرْفِي وَفِي قُلْبِي
One of the moons—his two abodes
are in my eye and in my heart.
وَظَبْيِّand a gazelle نَقاًa sand dune وَبِالأسْرَارِand with secrets
وَظَبْيِّ نَقاً وَبِالأسْرَارِ
يَأْنَسُhe is at ease لَيْسَnot بالْسرْبِwith the herd
يَأْنَسُ لَيْسَ بالْسرْبِ
And a gazelle of the sand dune—with secrets
he is at ease, not with the herd.