حَيّوا تُماضِرَ وَاِربَعوا صَحبي

حَيّوا تُماضِرَ وَاِربَعوا صَحبي

وَقِفوا فَإِنَّ وُقوفَكُم حَسبي

وَقِفوا فَإِنَّ وُقوفَكُم حَسبي

Greet Tumāḍir and linger, my companions.

Greet them, O clouds that pour down, and return my companions,

And halt, for your halting is enough for me.

Stop, for your stopping is enough for me,

أَخُناسُ قَد هامَ الفُؤادُ بِكُم

أَخُناسُ قَد هامَ الفُؤادُ بِكُم

وَأَصابَهُ تَبَلٌ مِنَ الحُبِّ

وَأَصابَهُ تَبَلٌ مِنَ الحُبِّ

O Khunās, my heart has indeed gone mad with love for you,

Al-Khunas yearns, and his heart is smitten with love for you,

And love has afflicted it with consuming sickness.

And is afflicted by intense passion,

ما إِن رَأَيتُ وَلا سَمِعتُ بِهِ

ما إِن رَأَيتُ وَلا سَمِعتُ بِهِ

كَاليَومِ طالي أَينُقٍ جُربِ

كَاليَومِ طالي أَينُقٍ جُربِ

Never have I seen or heard of anyone

Never have I seen or heard the like of this day,

Like today's dauber of mangy she-camels:

So long, O easy-going and gentle gazelles,

مُتَبَذِّلاً تَبدو مَحاسِنُهُ

مُتَبَذِّلاً تَبدو مَحاسِنُهُ

يَضَعُ الهِناءَ مَواضِعَ النُقبِ

يَضَعُ الهِناءَ مَواضِعَ النُقبِ

In plain working clothes, their beauty showing,

Displaying your beauty openly,

Applying tar to the patches of mange,

Placing gentleness in the places of aloofness,

مُتَحَسِّراً نَضَحَ الهِناءَ بِهِ

مُتَحَسِّراً نَضَحَ الهِناءَ بِهِ

نَضحَ العَبيرِ بِرَيطَةِ العَصبِ

نَضحَ العَبيرِ بِرَيطَةِ العَصبِ

With skin bared, they sprinkled tar over themselves,

With shyness overflowing from you,

As perfume is sprinkled on a wrap of striped cloth.

Like the scent of musk from the braids,

فَسَليهُمُ عَنّي خُناسُ إِذا

فَسَليهُمُ عَنّي خُناسُ إِذا

عَضَّ الجَميعَ الخَطبُ ما خَطبي

عَضَّ الجَميعَ الخَطبُ ما خَطبي

So ask them about me, Khunās, when

So ask them about me, O Al-Khunas, when

Calamity bites everyone, what part I play.

Distress has gripped all, what my distress is.