اليَومَ لِلناسِ عيدٌ يَفرَحونَ بِهِ

اليَومَ لِلناسِ عيدٌ يَفرَحونَ بِهِ

وَلَيسَ لي مِنهُ إِلّا الهَمُّ والحَزَنُ

وَلَيسَ لي مِنهُ إِلّا الهَمُّ والحَزَنُ

Today the people have a festival in which they rejoice;

Today is a holiday that brings joy to people

And I have nothing of it but worry and sorrow.

But for me it brings only sorrow and gloom

إِذا تَلِفتُ اِشتِياقاً زادَني كَمَداً

إِذا تَلِفتُ اِشتِياقاً زادَني كَمَداً

أَلّا يَكونَ قَريباً مِنِّيَ السَكَنُ

أَلّا يَكونَ قَريباً مِنِّيَ السَكَنُ

Whenever I waste away with longing, it deepens my anguish

When I longingly look around, it increases my yearning

That the one who is my solace is not near me.

If only my home were near!

فَمَن يَكُن قَرَّ عَيناً أَو رَجا فَرَجاً

فَمَن يَكُن قَرَّ عَيناً أَو رَجا فَرَجاً

وَلَذَّ أَو باتَ يَأوي عَينَهُ الوَسَنُ

وَلَذَّ أَو باتَ يَأوي عَينَهُ الوَسَنُ

So whoever has found rest for his eye, or hoped for relief,

Whoever has found joy or hoped for relief

And tasted pleasure, or spent the night with drowsiness settling in his eye—

And relished it or rested his eyes in slumber

فَلَستُ ذاكَ بِحَمدِ اللَهِ تَمنَعُني

فَلَستُ ذاكَ بِحَمدِ اللَهِ تَمنَعُني

مِنهُ ظَلومُ وَحَظٌّ عاقَهُ الزَمَنُ

مِنهُ ظَلومُ وَحَظٌّ عاقَهُ الزَمَنُ

I am not that man, praise be to God; I am barred

I am not, by the grace of God, denied it

From that by Ẓalūm and a fortune that time has thwarted.

By injustice or a destiny the times have opposed