تَحَمَّلَ جيرانُنا عَن مِنىً

تَحَمَّلَ جيرانُنا عَن مِنىً

وَقالوا النَقا بَينَنا مَوعِدُ

وَقالوا النَقا بَينَنا مَوعِدُ

Our neighbors departed from Minā,

Our neighbors have endured the hardship of parting,

and said, “Al-Naqā is our meeting place.”

And said that separation between us is inevitable.

وَهَل ناقِعٌ قَولُ ذي غُلَّةٍ

وَهَل ناقِعٌ قَولُ ذي غُلَّةٍ

وَقَد بَعِدَ الرَكبُ لا يَبعَدوا

وَقَد بَعِدَ الرَكبُ لا يَبعَدوا

And can a thirsty one's words quench thirst,

But can the words of a manipulative person be trusted?

when the caravan has gone far—“May they not be far!”?

The caravan has gone far, they will not return.

تَنادوا بِأَنَّ التَنائي غَداً

تَنادوا بِأَنَّ التَنائي غَداً

لَكَ السوءُ مِن طالِعٍ يا غَدُ

لَكَ السوءُ مِن طالِعٍ يا غَدُ

They called to one another: “Separation is tomorrow.”

They called out that goodbye will be tomorrow,

A curse on you, O tomorrow—what an ill omen!

Ill omens to you, O tomorrow!

فَلِلَّهِ ما جَمَعَ المَأزَما

فَلِلَّهِ ما جَمَعَ المَأزَما

نِ وَجَمعٌ لِقَلبِيَ وَالمَسجِدُ

نِ وَجَمعٌ لِقَلبِيَ وَالمَسجِدُ

So, by God, what al-Maʾzimān has gathered—

By God, what has brought together the past

and Jamʿ and the mosque—for my heart!

Are gatherings for my heart and the mosque.

يُضاعُ فَيُنشَدُ قَعبُ الغَبوقِ

يُضاعُ فَيُنشَدُ قَعبُ الغَبوقِ

وَقَلبي يُضاعُ وَلا يُنشَدُ

وَقَلبي يُضاعُ وَلا يُنشَدُ

The evening drinking-bowl is lost, then sought,

It is lost and sung is the rhythm of separation,

while my heart is lost and is not sought.

My heart is lost and unsung.

وَغَيداءَ مِن ما طِلاتِ الدُيونِ

وَغَيداءَ مِن ما طِلاتِ الدُيونِ

لَها بِالحِمى زَمَنٌ أَغيَدُ

لَها بِالحِمى زَمَنٌ أَغيَدُ

And a graceful maiden, among those who defer their debts,

And a maiden free from the debts of love,

has a time of languid ease in the preserve.

For her, the sanctuary has a time of freedom.

تُريعُ كَما اِلتَفَتَت ظَبيَةٌ

تُريعُ كَما اِلتَفَتَت ظَبيَةٌ

بِذي البانِ عَنَّ لَها المَورِدُ

بِذي البانِ عَنَّ لَها المَورِدُ

She turns back, as a gazelle turned,

She grazes as a gazelle turns

at Dhū al-Bān, when the watering place appeared before her.

To one with a complaint, her spring flows for her.

نَظَرتَ وَهَيهاتَ مِن ناظِرَيكَ

نَظَرتَ وَهَيهاتَ مِن ناظِرَيكَ

ظِباءُ تِهامَةَ يا مُنجِدُ

ظِباءُ تِهامَةَ يا مُنجِدُ

You gazed—yet far from your eyes

You looked, and alas your looking is in vain,

are Tihāmah's gazelles, O traveler to Najd.

The gazelles of Tihama, O helper!

وَيا رُبَّما وَالهَوى ضِلَّةٌ

وَيا رُبَّما وَالهَوى ضِلَّةٌ

تَرى العَينُ ما لا تَنالُ اليَدُ

تَرى العَينُ ما لا تَنالُ اليَدُ

And oh, how often—love is delusion—

And perhaps passion is an error,

the eye sees what the hand cannot reach.

The eye sees what the hand cannot reach.