سَقى دارَها حَيثُ اِستقرّتْ بِها النّوى

سَقى دارَها حَيثُ اِستقرّتْ بِها النّوى

مِنَ المُزنِ مخروقُ المَزادِ خَدوجُ

مِنَ المُزنِ مخروقُ المَزادِ خَدوجُ

May her home, where separation has settled her, be watered

She watered her abode where intentions settled

By a cloud with pierced waterskins, shedding its burden.

With a bucket whose rope was ripped and knotted

وَكُنتُ إِذا ما سِرتُ قصداً لِغير ما

وَكُنتُ إِذا ما سِرتُ قصداً لِغير ما

أميلُ إلى أبياتها وأعوجُ

أميلُ إلى أبياتها وأعوجُ

And whenever I set out intent on some other aim,

And I, when heading elsewhere, inclined

I would turn toward her dwellings and take a detour.

To her verses, twisting my way

فَلِي مِن جوىً فيهنَّ رنّةُ عاشِقٍ

فَلِي مِن جوىً فيهنَّ رنّةُ عاشِقٍ

وَلي أَدمعٌ تَجرِي دماً ونشيجُ

وَلي أَدمعٌ تَجرِي دماً ونشيجُ

For longing for them brings me a lover's wail,

For I find in them the tune of a lover

And I have tears flowing as blood, and sobs.

And tears running bloody from my lament

فَإِنْ تلْحَنِي يوماً وقلبُك طَيِّعٌ

فَإِنْ تلْحَنِي يوماً وقلبُك طَيِّعٌ

خَلِيٌّ فلِي قلبٌ بهنّ لَجوجُ

خَلِيٌّ فلِي قلبٌ بهنّ لَجوجُ

So if you chide me someday, while your heart is yielding,

So if you spurn me one day though your heart obeys

Free of love—yet my heart is stubbornly attached to them.

Mine is empty, to it unyielding and locked

حَلَفتُ بربّ الواقفين عشيّةً

حَلَفتُ بربّ الواقفين عشيّةً

على عرفاتٍ والمَطِيُّ وُلوجُ

على عرفاتٍ والمَطِيُّ وُلوجُ

I have sworn by the Lord of those standing at evening

I swore by the Lord of those standing at nightfall

At Arafat, while the riding camels stream in;

On Arafat, mounts rumbling and bleating

وبالبُدْنِ تهوِي نحو جَمْعٍ خِفافها

وبالبُدْنِ تهوِي نحو جَمْعٍ خِفافها

من الأَينِ منها راعفٌ وشَجيجُ

من الأَينِ منها راعفٌ وشَجيجُ

And by the sacrificial camels, their padded feet hastening toward Jamʿ,

With howdahs swaying towards a throng soft-stepping

Some bleeding from exhaustion, and others split open;

Some moaning, some bleating mournfully

وما عقروهُ في مِنى مِن مُسِنَّةٍ

وما عقروهُ في مِنى مِن مُسِنَّةٍ

لها بين هاتيك الجِمارِ خَديجُ

لها بين هاتيك الجِمارِ خَديجُ

And by what they slaughtered at Mina—a mature she-camel

And the old she-camel they slew in Mina

With a premature calf among those Jamarat;

Has between those stones a bloodied resting place

وبالبيتِ لاذ المُحرِمون برُكنِهِ

وبالبيتِ لاذ المُحرِمون برُكنِهِ

وَطافَ بهِ بعدَ الحَجيج حجيجُ

وَطافَ بهِ بعدَ الحَجيج حجيجُ

And by the House, at whose corner the consecrated pilgrims sought refuge,

And at the House refugees sought its corner

And pilgrims circled it after other pilgrims;

After the pilgrims, another pilgrim circled

ولمّا قضَوْا أوطارَهمْ منه ودّعوا

ولمّا قضَوْا أوطارَهمْ منه ودّعوا

وأرزاقُهمْ من ضيقهنّ فرُوجُ

وأرزاقُهمْ من ضيقهنّ فرُوجُ

And when they had fulfilled their wishes there, they bade farewell,

And when they completed their rites, bid it adieu

And their livelihoods found relief from their straitness—

Their provisions too scant through its straits to pass through

لَحُبُّك من قلبِي كقلبِي كرامةً

لَحُبُّك من قلبِي كقلبِي كرامةً

فَليس له عُمْر الزّمان خُروجُ

فَليس له عُمْر الزّمان خُروجُ

Surely, love for you is as precious to my heart as my heart itself;

My love for you comes straight from my heart

So it shall never leave, as long as time endures.

So time cannot make it budge or break through

فإن عَذُلوهُ زيدَ شجْواً وهاجَهُ

فإن عَذُلوهُ زيدَ شجْواً وهاجَهُ

على وجْدِهِ ما لا يكاد يهيجُ

على وجْدِهِ ما لا يكاد يهيجُ

For if they reproach it, its sorrow grows, and it is stirred

If they blame it, it grows intense in yearning

To yet greater longing by what would scarcely stir it.

Stirring passion beyond what I can subdue

وَكَيف يفيد العَذْلُ والعذلُ ظاهرٌ

وَكَيف يفيد العَذْلُ والعذلُ ظاهرٌ

وحبُّك ما بين الضّلوع وَلوجُ

وحبُّك ما بين الضّلوع وَلوجُ

And how can reproach help, when reproach remains outside,

How can blame help when my love appears

While love for you is lodged deep between the ribs?

Embedded between my ribs, interwoven and true?