بُرُوقَ الحِمَى هَلْ دَمْعُكُنَّ يَجُودُ

بُرُوقَ الحِمَى هَلْ دَمْعُكُنَّ يَجُودُ

وَهَلْ عَطِشَتْ بَعْدَ الغَرِيقِ زَرُودُ

وَهَلْ عَطِشَتْ بَعْدَ الغَرِيقِ زَرُودُ

O lightnings of the sanctuary, will your tears flow freely?

The lights of fever, do your tears still flow

And has Zarud grown thirsty after the drowned one?

And does the throat still thirst after being quenched?

مَنَازِلُ مِنْ سُعْدَى سْعِيدٌ نَزِيُلهَا

مَنَازِلُ مِنْ سُعْدَى سْعِيدٌ نَزِيُلهَا

كَأَنَّ بِهَاتَيكَ البِيُوتِ عُقُودُ

كَأَنَّ بِهَاتَيكَ البِيُوتِ عُقُودُ

Dwellings of Su'da—fortunate is their guest—

The dwellings of Sa'da are blessed for their dweller

as though those houses held necklaces.

As if those houses are contracted

إِذَا ابْتَسَمَتْ لَيْلاً بَكَى مُسْتَهَامُهَا

إِذَا ابْتَسَمَتْ لَيْلاً بَكَى مُسْتَهَامُهَا

فَمِنْهَا وَمِنْهُ بَارِقٌ وَرُعُودُ

فَمِنْهَا وَمِنْهُ بَارِقٌ وَرُعُودُ

When she smiled at night, her love-maddened lover wept;

When she smiles at night, her admirer weeps

so from her came lightning, and from him thunder.

So from her and him, there is lightning and thunder

وَفِي الحَيِّ وَسْنَانُ اللَّوَاحِظِ سَالِبٌ

وَفِي الحَيِّ وَسْنَانُ اللَّوَاحِظِ سَالِبٌ

وَآخرُ مَسْلُوبُ الفُؤَادِ فَقِيدُ

وَآخرُ مَسْلُوبُ الفُؤَادِ فَقِيدُ

And in the camp is a drowsy-eyed plunderer,

And in the quarter, the charmer Al-Wa’ith still captivates

and another, robbed of his heart, is lost.

While the other is a captive, broken-hearted and bound

وَظَبْي فَلاَةٍ آنسٍ فَكَأَنَّهُ

وَظَبْي فَلاَةٍ آنسٍ فَكَأَنَّهُ

لِرَائِيهِ عِنْدَ الإِلْتِفَاتِ شَرُودُ

لِرَائِيهِ عِنْدَ الإِلْتِفَاتِ شَرُودُ

And a tame gazelle of the wilderness—yet he seems

A gazelle of the wilderness, intimate and friendly

to his beholder, when he turns, to be skittish.

When it glances back, to its viewer, shy and timid

تَرَقْرَقَ مَاءُ الحُسْنِ فِي وَجَنَاتِهِ

تَرَقْرَقَ مَاءُ الحُسْنِ فِي وَجَنَاتِهِ

وَلَيْسَ لِظَمْآنٍ إليْهِ وُرُودُ

وَلَيْسَ لِظَمْآنٍ إليْهِ وُرُودُ

The water of beauty shimmered in his cheeks,

The water of beauty ripples in its cheeks

yet no thirsty one can approach it to drink.

But no thirsty soul can reach it

أَلاَ هَلْ إِلى عَصْرِ الصِّبَا ليَ عَوْدَةٌ

أَلاَ هَلْ إِلى عَصْرِ الصِّبَا ليَ عَوْدَةٌ

وَهَيْهَاتَ مَا قَدْ فَات لَيْسَ يَعُودُ

وَهَيْهَاتَ مَا قَدْ فَات لَيْسَ يَعُودُ

Ah, is there a return for me to the days of youth?

Oh, can I return to the era of youth?

But that is far beyond reach; what has passed does not return.

Alas! What is gone will not return

كَأَنَّ لَيَالِيهِ لِمُبْدِعِ حُسْنِهَا

كَأَنَّ لَيَالِيهِ لِمُبْدِعِ حُسْنِهَا

شُعُورٌ وَمُحْمَرَّ الأَصِيلِ خُدُودُ

شُعُورٌ وَمُحْمَرَّ الأَصِيلِ خُدُودُ

As though its nights, for the creator of their beauty,

As if for its nights, its handsome creator

were tresses, and the crimson of sunset were cheeks.

Had consciousness, and cheeks red like the sand grouse