وهادَينَنا ما في الصُّدور بأعيُنٍ

وهادَينَنا ما في الصُّدور بأعيُنٍ

كفى وحْيُها من أن تقولَ وتُرسِلا

كفى وحْيُها من أن تقولَ وتُرسِلا

And through their eyes they shared with us what lay in their hearts;

With eyes that see what's hidden in our hearts

Their silent signals sufficed, without speech or messages.

A glance from them is message enough to impart

عشيّةَ أذرَينَ الدُّموعَ فلم نجِدْ

عشيّةَ أذرَينَ الدُّموعَ فلم نجِدْ

على أحدٍ إلاَّ البكاءَ مُعوَّلا

على أحدٍ إلاَّ البكاءَ مُعوَّلا

That evening they shed tears, and we could not find

One April evening when tears began to flow

Anyone to rely upon except weeping.

We found in sorrow our only recourse