1. أَلاَ يا حِمَى وادِى المِيَاهِ قَتلَتنى

    أَتاحَكَ لي قَبلَ المَماتِ مُتيحُ

    Ah, protected pasture of Wadi al-Miyah, you have slain me!

    May a giver grant you to me before death.

  2. رَأَيتُكَ وَشميَّ الثَّرى ظاهرَ الرُّيا

    يحوطُكَ إنسانٌ عَلَىَّ شَحيحُ

    I saw you, your soil patterned with growth, your moisture plain to see,

    A man guards you, grudging me access.

  3. هَلِ الحائمُ الحرّانُ مُسقىً بَشربَةٍ

    مِنَ العّذبِ تَشفى ما بِهِ فتُريحُ

    Will the circling, parched one be given a draught

    Of sweet water to heal his affliction and bring relief?

  4. فَقالت لَعلَى لَو سَقَيتُ بِشَربَةٍ

    تُخَبِّرُ أَعدَائِي بِها فَتَبوحُ

    She said, 'Perhaps, if I gave you a draught,

    You would tell my enemies of it and divulge it.'

  5. إِذن فأناخَتنى المَنايَا وَقادَني

    إِلى مَجزَرٍ عَضبُ السِّلاحِ مُشيحُ

    Then may the fates of death bring me low, and may I be led

    To a slaughter-place by a resolute man with keen weapons.

  6. لَبِئسَ إِذَن مَلقى الكَرَاهَةِ سِرُّها

    وإِنّى إِذن مِن حُبِّكُم لَصَحيحُ

    How wretched, then, for her secret to be met with hatred,

    And I would then indeed be cured of my love for you.

  7. إِذَا ذُكِرَت عِندِى أَئِنُّ لذِكرِها

    كما أَنَّ وَقعِ السِّلاحِ جَرِيحُ

    When she is mentioned in my presence, I groan at her mention,

    As a wounded man groans from a weapon's blow.

  8. وَلِي كَبِدٌ مَقرُوحَةٌ مَن يَبيعُني

    بها كَبِداً لَيسَت بِذَاتِ قُروحِ

    I have an ulcerated liver—who will sell me

    In exchange for it a liver that has no sores?

  9. أَبَى النَّاسُ وَيبَ النَّاسِ أَن يَشتَرُونَهَا

    وَمَن يَشتَرِى ذَا عِلَّة بِصَحيحِ

    People refused—woe to people!—to buy it,

    And who would buy an ailing one in exchange for a healthy one?

  10. بَدا البَرقُ عُلوِياً فَلمّا تَصَوَّبَت

    غَوارِبُهُ باتَت ذُرَاهُ تَلُوحُ

    Lightning appeared aloft; then, when down sank

    Its crests, its summits kept glimmering through the night.

  11. أَلاَ يا غُرَابَ البَينِ مِمَّ تُليحُ لي

    كلامُكَ مَشنِىٌ وأَنتَ صَريحُ

    Ah, raven of parting, what do you signal to me?

    Your speech is hateful, and you are forthright.

  12. فإِلاّ تَشُقنَا ذَاتَ يَومٍ فإنّهُ

    سَتُعقِبُ خَطبَاءُ السَّرَاةِ صَدُوحُ

    And if you do not stir our longing one day, then surely

    A mottled-backed, loud-voiced dove will take your place.