أَمُستَصحِباً قَلبي وَكان مَحَلَّهُ

أَمُستَصحِباً قَلبي وَكان مَحَلَّهُ

وَإِن كانَ مِن جَورِ الفِراقِ مَحيلا

وَإِن كانَ مِن جَورِ الفِراقِ مَحيلا

O bearer of my heart—it had been his dwelling—

My heart was your companion, though it was displaced

Though parting’s cruelty had left it desolate.

By the injustice of our parting, it remained steadfast

عَجِبتُ لِدارٍ مِن وَفاءٍ بِأَهلِها

عَجِبتُ لِدارٍ مِن وَفاءٍ بِأَهلِها

أَجَدَّت وَقَد راموا الرَحيلَ رَحيلا

أَجَدَّت وَقَد راموا الرَحيلَ رَحيلا

I marveled at a dwelling that, in loyalty to its people,

I'm amazed by a homestead whose people remained loyal

Hastened to depart when they sought departure.

Though they journeyed far, their bond stayed unsurpassed

إِذا ما جَرى جَفني دَماً بِمَدامِعي

إِذا ما جَرى جَفني دَماً بِمَدامِعي

عَلِمتُ بِأَنَّ القَلبَ راحَ قَتيلا

عَلِمتُ بِأَنَّ القَلبَ راحَ قَتيلا

Whenever my eyelid streams blood along with my tears,

When tears of blood streamed from my eyes

I know that the heart has fallen slain.

I knew my heart had fallen, slain by anguish

فَما القَلبُ إِلّا لِلهُمومِ قَرارَةً

فَما القَلبُ إِلّا لِلهُمومِ قَرارَةً

وَلا الجَفنُ إِلّا لِلدُموعِ مَسيلا

وَلا الجَفنُ إِلّا لِلدُموعِ مَسيلا

For the heart is but a resting place for sorrows,

For the heart is but a vessel for worries

And the eyelid but a channel for tears.

And the eyes conduits for tears' ceaseless ravage