وَجَدتُ بها وَجدَ المُضِلِّ بَعِيرَهُ

وَجَدتُ بها وَجدَ المُضِلِّ بَعِيرَهُ

بمَكَةَ وَالحُجّاجُ غادٍ ورَائحُ

بمَكَةَ وَالحُجّاجُ غادٍ ورَائحُ

For her I felt the anguish of one who has lost his camel

I found in her the passion of one who's lost his camel,

At Mecca, while the pilgrims come and go.

In Mecca while the pilgrims are departing around him.

وَجَدتُ بها مَا لَم تَجِد أُمُّ وَاحِدٍ

وَجَدتُ بها مَا لَم تَجِد أُمُّ وَاحِدٍ

بِوَاحدِها تُطوَى عليهِ الصَّفائحُ

بِوَاحدِها تُطوَى عليهِ الصَّفائحُ

For her I felt what the mother of an only child has not felt

I found in her what no devoted mother ever found

For her only child, over whom the stone slabs are laid.

In her only son, over whom pages are folded.

وَجَدتُ بها ما لَم يَجِد ذُو حَرارَةٍ

وَجَدتُ بها ما لَم يَجِد ذُو حَرارَةٍ

يُرَاقِبُ جُمّاتِ الرَّكِيِّ النَّزَائحِ

يُرَاقِبُ جُمّاتِ الرَّكِيِّ النَّزَائحِ

For her I felt what one burning with thirst has not felt,

I found in her what one with great ardour never found

Watching the water gather in depleted wells.

As he watches the throngs circling the holy shrine.

أَبَيتِ بِأَلا تَرثَئى لي فكيفَ لي

أَبَيتِ بِأَلا تَرثَئى لي فكيفَ لي

بأَن تَنظُرِى بَينَ الحَشا وَالجَوانِحِ

بأَن تَنظُرِى بَينَ الحَشا وَالجَوانِحِ

You refuse to pity me; how, then, can I

You refused to eulogize me, so how can I bear

Get you to look between my innards and ribs,

For you to look between the tents and the songbirds?

فَتُخبِرَكِ العَينَانِ عَن قَلبيَ الَّذِى

فَتُخبِرَكِ العَينَانِ عَن قَلبيَ الَّذِى

مَلِلتُ به لا كالقُلوبِ الصَّحائحِ

مَلِلتُ به لا كالقُلوبِ الصَّحائحِ

So that your two eyes may tell you of my heart, which

So that your eyes may tell you about my weary heart,

Has left me weary, unlike hearts that are sound.

Bored with it, not like hearts that are blithe and joyous.