أَلَم تَرْبَعُ فَتُخبِركَ المَغاني

أَلَم تَرْبَعُ فَتُخبِركَ المَغاني

فَكَيفَ وَهُنَّ مذْ حججَ ثَمانِ

فَكَيفَ وَهُنَّ مذْ حججَ ثَمانِ

Did you not linger, so the dwelling sites might tell you?

Did you not spend time with them to let their songs inform you

Yet how could they, after eight years?

How then, since they left on the eighth pilgrimage

بَرِئتُ مِنَ المَنازِلِ غَيرَ شَوقٍ

بَرِئتُ مِنَ المَنازِلِ غَيرَ شَوقٍ

إِلى الدَّارِ الَّتي بلوى أَبانِ

إِلى الدَّارِ الَّتي بلوى أَبانِ

I am free of the dwellings, save for longing

I am done with all dwellings but yearning

For the dwelling at the sandy bend of Aban,

For the abode where we shared joy in times long gone

وَمِن وادي القنانِ وَأَينَ مِنّي

وَمِن وادي القنانِ وَأَينَ مِنّي

بداراتِ الرُّها وادي القَنانِ

بداراتِ الرُّها وادي القَنانِ

And of the valley of al-Qanan—how far from me,

For the valley of lilies, how far am I from it

Among al-Ruha’s encircled tracts, lies the valley of al-Qanan!

The valley of lilies and the land of delight

وَأَصْحَرنا وَلا عُطُفٌ عَلَينا

وَأَصْحَرنا وَلا عُطُفٌ عَلَينا

لَهُمْ غَيرُ المحَامِلِ وَالجِنانِ

لَهُمْ غَيرُ المحَامِلِ وَالجِنانِ

And we entered the open desert; no turning toward us

In our barren desert, no kindness comes our way

Came from them, save that of the camel-litters and the heart.

While they enjoy only bliss and gardens of paradise