عللاني بظبا ذات الغميم

عللاني بظبا ذات الغميم

واضربا عن ذكر غزلان الصريم

واضربا عن ذكر غزلان الصريم

Console me, you two, with the gazelles of Dhat al-Ghamim,

Reprove me, O gazelle of the spring-pastures, but make no mention of the gazelles of the sand-dunes;

And turn aside from mention of the gazelles of al-Sarim.

How often there, on that hillside, the driving rain has: shed the new leaves from the branching trees!

كم بذاك الشعب لي من ربرب

كم بذاك الشعب لي من ربرب

سربٍ ينشق علويَّ النسيم

سربٍ ينشق علويَّ النسيم

How many herds of gazelles are mine in that ravine,

A herd of wild kine bursting through it when the East-Wind strikes the topmost boughs with its wing;

Roaming freely, inhaling the breeze from on high!

While they pasture there on the soft herbage, picking the fresh young growth, polished smooth like velvet.

حي مجتازا على ادم الظبا

حي مجتازا على ادم الظبا

واضح اللبة مصقول الاديم

واضح اللبة مصقول الاديم

Greet, as you pass by the pale gazelles,

Then sport, O breeze of the dawn, in its tangled thicket, but hold back from it, O breath of poison!

The fair-throated one with polished skin.

A negro rose beaming there, like a well-cut onyx upon his smoothly moulded cheek.

فاعبثي بالجعد يا ريح الصبا

فاعبثي بالجعد يا ريح الصبا

وتنحَّي عنه يا ريح السموم

وتنحَّي عنه يا ريح السموم

So play with the curls, O east wind,

My sickness was healed when his lips showed their pearls and opening revealed pearl-like teeth.

And keep away from him, O scorching wind.

Thou hast in my heart a meadow for pasture, the meadow of passion not the meadow for rain.

قام زنجيٌّ من الخال له

قام زنجيٌّ من الخال له

ناصعاً منه على الخدّ الوسيم

ناصعاً منه على الخدّ الوسيم

A Black man arose from his mole,

Standing out starkly upon his handsome cheek.

صحَّ سقمي بعذارٍ وفم

صحَّ سقمي بعذارٍ وفم

اوضحا عذريَ في لامٍ وميم

اوضحا عذريَ في لامٍ وميم

My sickness was confirmed by cheek-down and a mouth;

Both made my excuse clear in a lam and a mim.

لك من قلبيَ وادٍ مخصب

لك من قلبيَ وادٍ مخصب

ذاك وادي الشوق لا وادي الغميم

ذاك وادي الشوق لا وادي الغميم

In my heart you have a fertile valley:

That is the valley of longing, not the valley of al-Ghamim.