زمنُ الغضَا في القلبِ بعدكَ لوعةُ

زمنُ الغضَا في القلبِ بعدكَ لوعةُ

تذكرى بنارِ الشَّوق لا نار الغَضَا

تذكرى بنارِ الشَّوق لا نار الغَضَا

Days of the ghada trees, after you my heart bears the ache

The time of anger in my heart after you is agony

Of my remembrance, burning with longing’s fire, not the fire of ghada wood.

My memories burn with the fire of longing, not the fire of anger

ما كانت اللذاتُ فيك ولا الهوى

ما كانت اللذاتُ فيك ولا الهوى

إلا كبرقٍ في الدجنَّةِ أومضَا

إلا كبرقٍ في الدجنَّةِ أومضَا

The pleasures in you, and love, were no more

The pleasures in you were never, nor was love

Than a flash of lightning in the deep darkness.

Just like lightning flickering in the darkness that soon passes

وإذا صَبَوتُ لدارساتِ رُسومه

وإذا صَبَوتُ لدارساتِ رُسومه

قال المعيد لدرسهِ هذا مَضَى

قال المعيد لدرسهِ هذا مَضَى

And when I yearned for its faded traces,

And if I wander the ruins where your home once stood

The one repeating his lesson said, “This has passed.”

The teacher says to his lesson: “That’s already passed”