أَحَقّاً عِبادَ اللَهِ أَن لَستُ ناظِراً

إِلى قَرقَرى يَوماً وَأَعلامِها الغُبرِ

Is it not true, servants of God, that I no longer watch

The caravans one day and their dusty banners.

كَأَنَّ فُؤادي كُلَّما مَرَّ راكِبٌ

جُناحُ عُقابٍ رامَ نَهضاً إِلى وَكرِ

It is as if whenever a rider passes

The wing of a soaring eagle heading for its nest.

إِذا اِرتَحَلَت نَحوَ اليَمامَةِ رُفقَةٌ

دَعاكَ الهَوى وَاِهتاجَ قَلبُكَ لِلذِكرِ

When a group travels towards Yamaamah,

Passion calls you and your heart rejoices at the mention.

فَيا راكِبَ الوَجناءِ أُبتَ مُسَلِّماً

وَلا زِلتَ مِن رَيبِ الحَوادِثِ في سَترِ

O rider of the howdah, you remain surrendered,

And you still fear the uncertainty of events.

إِذا ما أَتَيتَ العِرضَ فَاِهتِف بِجَوِّهِ

سُقيتَ عَلى شَحطِ النَوى سَبَلَ القَطرِ

When you come to the place, acclaim its atmosphere,

You will be saturated with the dripping of rainwater.

فَإِنَّكَ مِن وادٍ إِلَيَّ مُرَجَّبٍ

وَإِن كانَ لا تَزدادُ إِلّا عَلى ذُكرِ

For you are from a valley coming back to me

Even if you do not increase except in remembrance.

لَعَلَّ الَّذي يَقضي الأُمورَ بِعِلمِهِ

سَيَصرِفُني يَوماً إِلَيهِ عَلى قَدرِ

Perhaps He who ordains affairs with His knowledge

Will one day turn me back to it as destined.

فَتَفتُرُ عَينٌ ما تَمَلُّ مِنَ البُكا

وَيَسكُنُ قَلبٌ ما يُنَهنَهُ بِالزَجرِ

Then an eye will relax that does not tire of crying

And a heart will rest that scolding does not calm.