حَنَّ قَلبي مِن بَعدِ ما قَد أَنابا

حَنَّ قَلبي مِن بَعدِ ما قَد أَنابا

وَدَعا الهَمَّ شَجوُهُ فَأَجابا

وَدَعا الهَمَّ شَجوُهُ فَأَجابا

My heart yearned after it had repented,

My heart softened after it had become hardened

and its grief summoned care, and care answered.

And grief's worries called out, so it responded

فَاِستَثارَ المَنسِيَّ مِن لَوعَةِ الحُب

فَاِستَثارَ المَنسِيَّ مِن لَوعَةِ الحُب

بِ وَأَبدى الهُمومَ وَالأَوصابا

بِ وَأَبدى الهُمومَ وَالأَوصابا

So it stirred the forgotten anguish of love,

The forgotten one was stirred from the agony of love

and laid bare cares and pains.

And expressed sorrows and troubles

ذاكَ مِن مَنزِلٍ لِسَلمى خَلاءٍ

ذاكَ مِن مَنزِلٍ لِسَلمى خَلاءٍ

لابِسٍ مِن عَفائِهِ جِلبابا

لابِسٍ مِن عَفائِهِ جِلبابا

That came from a deserted dwelling of Salma,

That's from a desolate place belonging to Salma

clad in a cloak of its own effacement.

Wearing a robe made of coarse wool

أَعقَبَتهُ ريحُ الدَبورِ فَما تَن

أَعقَبَتهُ ريحُ الدَبورِ فَما تَن

فَكُّ مِنهُ أُخرى تَسوقُ سَحابا

فَكُّ مِنهُ أُخرى تَسوقُ سَحابا

The west wind swept over it, and never

The tail wind followed him, it does not cease

does another leave it, driving clouds.

Nor another that drives the clouds

ظِلتُ فيهِ وَالرَكبُ حَولي وُقوفٌ

ظِلتُ فيهِ وَالرَكبُ حَولي وُقوفٌ

طَمَعاً أَن يُرَدَّ رَبعٌ جَوابا

طَمَعاً أَن يُرَدَّ رَبعٌ جَوابا

I lingered there, the riders halted around me,

I remained in it while the caravan around me stood

hoping for an answer to be returned by the dwelling,

Hoping a reply might be returned

ثانِياً مِن زِمامِ وَجناءَ حَرفٍ

ثانِياً مِن زِمامِ وَجناءَ حَرفٍ

عاتِكٍ لَونُها يُخالُ خِضابا

عاتِكٍ لَونُها يُخالُ خِضابا

drawing back the rein of a stout-cheeked, lean she-camel,

Secondly, from the bridle and the turning of a letter

her deep-red color seeming like dye.

Whose color appears like kohl

تُرجِعُ الصَوتَ بِالبُغامِ إِلى جَو

تُرجِعُ الصَوتَ بِالبُغامِ إِلى جَو

فٍ تُناغي بِهِ الشِعابَ الرِغابا

فٍ تُناغي بِهِ الشِعابَ الرِغابا

She sends her voice echoing in low moans into a hollow,

It returns the voice to an atmosphere it competes with

murmuring with it to the broad ravines.

Through it, the slopes call out longingly

جَدُّها الفالِجُ الأَشَمُّ أَبو البُخ

جَدُّها الفالِجُ الأَشَمُّ أَبو البُخ

تِ وَخالاتُها اِنتُخِبنَ عِرابا

تِ وَخالاتُها اِنتُخِبنَ عِرابا

Her grandsire is the high-nosed al-Falij, sire of Bactrian camels,

Its ancestor is the courageous, valiant Abu Bakht

and her maternal aunts were chosen from purebred Arabian stock.

And its aunts were chosen as nomads