لَمْطَةٌ فِيهَا مَا تُحِبُّ النُّفُوسْ

لَمْطَةٌ فِيهَا مَا تُحِبُّ النُّفُوسْ

وَمَا يُرِيحُ الْقَلْبَ مِنْ كُلِّ بُوسْ

وَمَا يُرِيحُ الْقَلْبَ مِنْ كُلِّ بُوسْ

Lamta holds what souls love,

A breeze there is, bringing joy to yearning souls

In Lamta resides all that souls desire,

And what relieves the heart of every woe.

And soothing troubled hearts with sweet caress

And that which brings the heart relief from every woe.

هَوَاؤُهَا يُحْيِي قَتِيلَ الْمُنَى

هَوَاؤُهَا يُحْيِي قَتِيلَ الْمُنَى

وَمَاؤُهَا يَقْتُلُ حَيَّ النُّحُوسْ

وَمَاؤُهَا يَقْتُلُ حَيَّ النُّحُوسْ

Its air revives the one slain by longing,

Its air revives those felled by fate's cruel blows

Its air revives the one slain by desire,

And its water slays the serpent of ill fortune.

Its water kills the base and villainous

And its water slays living misfortune.

وَتُرْبَتُهَا تُنْبِتُ مُجْلِي الضَّنَا

وَتُرْبَتُهَا تُنْبِتُ مُجْلِي الضَّنَا

وَجَوُّهَا يُطْلِعُ مُسْلِي النُّفُوسْ

وَجَوُّهَا يُطْلِعُ مُسْلِي النُّفُوسْ

And its soil grows what dispels wasting sickness,

Its soil makes grow the broken bough anew

Its soil brings forth that which banishes affliction,

And its sky brings forth what consoles souls.

Its air lifts up the hopeful and the true

And its skies reveal that which comforts souls.

لَوْ حَلَّ فِيهَا مَنْ بَرَاهُ الْجَوَى

لَوْ حَلَّ فِيهَا مَنْ بَرَاهُ الْجَوَى

عَلَّلَهُ الأُنْسُ بِأَسْنَى الْكُؤُوسْ

عَلَّلَهُ الأُنْسُ بِأَسْنَى الْكُؤُوسْ

If one worn down by love's anguish were to settle there,

And one who treads that blessed land will find

Should one worn down by burning passion settle there,

Companionship would soothe him with the finest cups.

Companionship to heal the lonely mind

Sweet company would soothe him with the most radiant cups.