أَيَاO عَقِداتknolls الرَّمْلِthe sand مِنْfrom أَرْضِthe land of كُوفَنٍKufan
أَيَا عَقِدات الرَّمْلِ مِنْ أَرْضِ كُوفَنٍ
سَقَاكُنَّmay it water you رَجَّافُa thundering cloud العَشِّيof evening هَتونُpouring abundantly
سَقَاكُنَّ رَجَّافُ العَشِّي هَتونُ
O knolls of sand in the land of Kufan,
may a thundering evening cloud shower you with abundant rain.
أُذيلُI shed freely لذكْراكُنَّin remembrance of you دَمْعِيmy tears وفيand within الحَشَىthe breast
أُذيلُ لذكْراكُنَّ دَمْعِي وفي الحَشَى
هَوىًlove لِسَيالاتٍfor acacias بِكُنَّamong you مَصونُcherished
هَوىً لِسَيالاتٍ بِكُنَّ مَصونُ
I shed my tears in remembrance of you, and within my breast
love for the acacias among you lies cherished.
إِذَاwhen حَدَّثَspeak الرُّكْبانُthe riders عَنْكُنَّabout you هَيَّجُواthey stir
إِذَا حَدَّثَ الرُّكْبانُ عَنْكُنَّ هَيَّجُوا
تَباريحَthe torments of وَجْدٍlonging والحَديثُand talk شُجونُmany branches
تَباريحَ وَجْدٍ والحَديثُ شُجونُ
When the riders speak of you, they stir
the torments of longing—and talk has many branches.
فَجُنَّso went mad بِكُنَّfor you اللُّبُّthe mind مِنّيof mine عَلىdespite النَّوىthe distance
فَجُنَّ بِكُنَّ اللُّبُّ مِنّي عَلى النَّوى
وَمَاand not بِيَin me لولاwere it not for حُبُّكنَّlove of you جُنُونُmadness
وَمَا بِيَ لولا حُبُّكنَّ جُنُونُ
So my mind went mad for you despite the distance,
yet, but for love of you, no madness would afflict me.