هذا أَبوكَ أَكَنَّ حَسرَتَهُ

هذا أَبوكَ أَكَنَّ حَسرَتَهُ

لكِنَّ عَينَيهِ بِهِ وَشَتا

لكِنَّ عَينَيهِ بِهِ وَشَتا

This is your father: he has concealed his grief.

This is your father, though his longing intensified

This is your father, who concealed his deep sorrow,

But his two eyes have betrayed him.

Yet his eyes, at the thought of him, teared up

Yet his eyes have betrayed his secret.

لا تَعجَبوا مِن حَرِّ زَفرَتِهِ

لا تَعجَبوا مِن حَرِّ زَفرَتِهِ

قَد صافَ في جَمرِ الغَضا وَشَتا

قَد صافَ في جَمرِ الغَضا وَشَتا

Do not marvel at the heat of his sigh.

Do not be surprised at the heat of his sigh

Do not marvel at the burning heat of his sighs,

He has spent summer and winter in the embers of the ghada shrub.

He has passed through burning embers, so he teared up

For he has spent both summer and winter upon the embers of Ghada.