للهِ مَن زادَنا تَذْكَارُهم وَلَهَاً

للهِ مَن زادَنا تَذْكَارُهم وَلَهَاً

وصَيَّروا زادَنا يَوْمَ الرحيل ضَنا

وصَيَّروا زادَنا يَوْمَ الرحيل ضَنا

How wondrous are those whose remembrance deepened our lovesick longing,

Theirs is God's bounty who their memory kept

And who made wasting sickness our provision on the day of departure.

And solace made our portion ere we slept.