عَوَازِبُ لمْ تَسْمَعْ نبُوحَ مَقَامَةٍ

عَوَازِبُ لمْ تَسْمَعْ نبُوحَ مَقَامَةٍ

ولَمْ تَرَ نَاراً تِمَّ حَوْلٍ مُجْرَّمِ

ولَمْ تَرَ نَاراً تِمَّ حَوْلٍ مُجْرَّمِ

Roaming far afield, they have heard no barking from an encampment,

Homeless women have not heard the laments of a desolate abode

Nor seen a fire for a full year gone by.

Nor have they seen a fire kindled round a starry, moonlit night