عَرَّجتُ فيها سَراةَ اليومِ أَسأَلُها

عَرَّجتُ فيها سَراةَ اليومِ أَسأَلُها

فأَسبَلَ الدَمعُ في السِربالِ وانفَتَلا

فأَسبَلَ الدَمعُ في السِربالِ وانفَتَلا

I stopped there at the height of day, questioning it.

I roamed its valleys today and asked of them,

Then tears streamed into the tunic and flowed away.

Then tears flowed down upon my garment copiously.

حيّا الإلِهُ وَبَيّاها وَنَعَّمَها

حيّا الإلِهُ وَبَيّاها وَنَعَّمَها

داراً بِبُرقَةِ ذي العَلقى وَقَد فَعَلا

داراً بِبُرقَةِ ذي العَلقى وَقَد فَعَلا

May God greet it, welcome it, and grant it bliss—

Greetings to the God who granted it as home,

A dwelling at Burqat Dhī al-ʿAlqā—and indeed He has done so.

At Al Aqabah, so generously has He bestowed.