أَلا بِأَبي بِلادُكِ يا سُلَيْمى

أَلا بِأَبي بِلادُكِ يا سُلَيْمى

وَما ضَمَّ العُذَيْبُ مِنَ الرُّبوعِ

وَما ضَمَّ العُذَيْبُ مِنَ الرُّبوعِ

Ah, may my father be a ransom for your lands, O Sulayma,

O Sulaima, by your homeland I implore

And the dwelling places al-ʿUdhayb holds.

And what the aromatic tree encloses

وَلي نَفَسٌ إِذا هَيَّجْنَ وَجْدِي

وَلي نَفَسٌ إِذا هَيَّجْنَ وَجْدِي

يَكادُ يُقيمُ مُعْوَجَّ الضُّلوعِ

يَكادُ يُقيمُ مُعْوَجَّ الضُّلوعِ

And I have a sigh that, when they stir my yearning,

My soul, when stirred, can almost set aright

Nearly straightens my curved ribs.

The ribs made crooked from the spite it knows

فَلَمْ أُزِرِ الدِّيارَ الطَّرْفَ حَتّى

فَلَمْ أُزِرِ الدِّيارَ الطَّرْفَ حَتّى

نَفَضْتُ بِهِنَّ أَوْعِيَةَ الدُّموعِ

نَفَضْتُ بِهِنَّ أَوْعِيَةَ الدُّموعِ

So scarcely had I let my gaze visit the dwellings before

I had not visited long when from my eyes

I emptied there the vessels of tears.

Poured down the vessels brimmed with tears inside