وقفت على سفح الثنية باكياً

وقفت على سفح الثنية باكياً

فكلّ مكانٍ بالثنية عند مُ

فكلّ مكانٍ بالثنية عند مُ

I stood weeping on the lower slope of the mountain pass;

I stood weeping on the slope of the hill

so every spot at the pass was blood-red dye.

For every place on the hill reminds me of you

وأودعت قلبي في ثراها مقبلاً

وأودعت قلبي في ثراها مقبلاً

كأني لهاتيك الودائع أختم

كأني لهاتيك الودائع أختم

And I entrusted my heart to its soil, kissing it,

And I buried my heart in its soil as I approached

as though I were sealing those deposits.

As if I was entrusting these keepsakes for safekeeping