محلّ الهوى من سرّ حبّك هل

Does the place of desire within the secret of your love, and the turning of separation away from the unified threads of my longing, remain heedless?

By God, a phantom refuses to visit, as if my sleeplessness during the nocturnal journey acts as its stern admonisher.

It departs in flight, beyond my power to catch, even if I possessed the hunting snares of the dune-day.

My eyelids spend the night parched from slumber, yet they drink deeply from the waters of my tears.

If the cloudburst waters the meadow of the cheeks, truly our trembling hearts have grown parched.

O my two companions, come, inspect the caravan from them, for messages have drifted out upon the wind.

They kept their nocturnal journey secret through the darkest night, but the northern breezes betrayed it.

When they dismounted to dwell in the rocky ravine of Mina, the signs of desire flared up at the twin mountain passes.

Praise be to what Mina and its mountain passes enclosed, and what those hills and dwellings contained.

When we met for the pebble-throwing and palms and fingers were bared to handle the stones,

Gazing eyes kept the passion secret, but emaciated bodies openly confessed it.

May pregnant rainclouds, swollen and heavy, water the tamarisk groves of the valley of Um Malik.