هذا كِتابُ مُتيَّمٍ مُشتاقِ

هذا كِتابُ مُتيَّمٍ مُشتاقِ

قَلقٍ عَراهُ لاعِجُ الأَشواقِ

قَلقٍ عَراهُ لاعِجُ الأَشواقِ

This is the letter of a love-stricken, yearning man,

This is the book of a longing lover

Restless, seized by the burning ache of longing.

Anxious, whom desire has left bare

يَشتَاقُ جِيراناً لَهُ من جِلَّقٍ

يَشتَاقُ جِيراناً لَهُ من جِلَّقٍ

ويَهَيهمُ من وَجدٍ رَكوُبَ سِياقِ

ويَهَيهمُ من وَجدٍ رَكوُبَ سِياقِ

He longs for neighbors of his from Jillaq,

He yearns for companions of wit

And murmurs in passionate anguish, riding into death's throes.

And reproaches those who mounted the steed of destiny

وَيسائلُ البرقَ اللَّمُوعَ على الحِمَى

وَيسائلُ البرقَ اللَّمُوعَ على الحِمَى

عَنهُم بِقلبِ مُدنَفٍ خَفَّاقٍ

عَنهُم بِقلبِ مُدنَفٍ خَفَّاقٍ

And asks the gleaming lightning over the sanctuary

He asks the weeping lightning on the hot sand

About them, with an ailing, throbbing heart.

About them, with a pounding, fluttering heart

وَيَسُحُّ سُحبَ الدَّمعِ بعد فراقِهِم

وَيَسُحُّ سُحبَ الدَّمعِ بعد فراقِهِم

من فائِض العَبَراتِ والأَحداقِ

من فائِض العَبَراتِ والأَحداقِ

And pours down clouds of tears after parting from them,

And he wipes away the clouds of tears after their absence

From the overflow of teardrops and eyes.

From an excess of grief and overflowing eyelids

وَيَودُّ لَو عَادَ الزَّمانُ بِقُربِهِم

وَيَودُّ لَو عَادَ الزَّمانُ بِقُربِهِم

يَوماً ولا يَبلُوهُ يومُ فِراقِ

يَوماً ولا يَبلُوهُ يومُ فِراقِ

And wishes time would return with them near,

He wishes time would return with their nearness

For one day, and no day of parting would afflict him.

One day without reaching the day of their separation