يا صاحبيَّ عرِّجا بي ساعةً

يا صاحبيَّ عرِّجا بي ساعةً

على الطلول واسألا رُباها

على الطلول واسألا رُباها

O my two companions, turn aside with me awhile

O my friend, stop by the hills for a while

to the ruins, and ask their hills:

And ask those who dwell there,

مَن حلَّها من بعدِنا يوما ومَن

مَن حلَّها من بعدِنا يوما ومَن

تبدَّلت من بَعدنا سُعداها

تبدَّلت من بَعدنا سُعداها

who dwelt there one day after us, and whom

Who has inhabited them after us one day, and who

their Suʿdā chose in our stead;

Their fortunes have changed after us,

ومَن تعاطَى الكأسَ من ريقتِها

ومَن تعاطَى الكأسَ من ريقتِها

وارتشَفَ الأشنبَ مِن لمَاها

وارتشَفَ الأشنبَ مِن لمَاها

and who partook of the cup of her saliva

And who has sipped the wine from its pureness

and sipped the cool sweetness from her dusky lips;

And tasted the ripe fruits from its wetness,

ومَن رعَى الروضَ بأكنافِ الحمى

ومَن رعَى الروضَ بأكنافِ الحمى

واقتنصَ النافرَ من ظُباها

واقتنصَ النافرَ من ظُباها

and who grazed the meadow along the protected pasture's edges

And who has pastured the meadows in the folds of protection

and hunted down the fleeing one among its gazelles?

And hunted the wild beasts from its lairs,

يا سَرحة الوادي سقتكِ مزنةٌ

يا سَرحة الوادي سقتكِ مزنةٌ

تضحَكُ قبلَ الدَّوحِ من بُكاها

تضحَكُ قبلَ الدَّوحِ من بُكاها

O tree of the valley, may a raincloud water you,

O valley's expanse that was irrigated with beauty

so you laugh before the great trees do, because it weeps.

Which smiles before the darkness with its weeping,

ويا أثيلات النقيب أورقت

ويا أثيلات النقيب أورقت

مِن نحوك الأفنانُ مَن جنَاها

مِن نحوك الأفنانُ مَن جنَاها

And O little tamarisks of al-Naqīb, leaves have sprouted

And O narcissi of the hillocks that have flourished

on the boughs from your quarter—who has plucked them?

From which the butterflies have delighted in its nectar,

ويا عُرَيْصات القليب من لوى

ويا عُرَيْصات القليب من لوى

نعمانَ فالأثيل من جرعاها

نعمانَ فالأثيل من جرعاها

And O little clearings of al-Qalīb, from the sandy bend

And O little beds of the heart that were twisted

of Naʿmān, then al-Athīl amid its sandy flats:

With the passion of Nu'man, so the narcissi have sipped from its wine,

إني بكنَّ اليومَ صبٌّ مغرمٌ

إني بكنَّ اليومَ صبٌّ مغرمٌ

ذو لوعةٍ ما ينقضِي جَواها

ذو لوعةٍ ما ينقضِي جَواها

indeed, today I am lovesick and enamored of you all,

Today I am pouring passion, utterly lovesick

possessed of burning longing whose anguish never ends.

With a burning that will not diminish its heat,

ما ذكرتْ نفسِيَ أيّامَ الحمى

ما ذكرتْ نفسِيَ أيّامَ الحمى

إلا وتجفو مقلتي كراها

إلا وتجفو مقلتي كراها

Never has my soul recalled the days of the protected pasture

My soul has not recalled the days of intimacy

without my eye forsaking its slumber;

Except my eyelids dry up in resentment,

ولا تنسَّمتُ الصَّبا من أرضكم

ولا تنسَّمتُ الصَّبا من أرضكم

إلا شفاني الطِّيبُ من رَيَّاها

إلا شفاني الطِّيبُ من رَيَّاها

nor have I breathed the east wind from your land

Nor have I smelled the morning breeze from your land

without the sweetness of its fragrance healing me.

Except the perfume has healed me from its redolence.