ما كُنتُ أَوَّلَ مَن تَفَرَّقَ شَملُهُ

ما كُنتُ أَوَّلَ مَن تَفَرَّقَ شَملُهُ

وَرَأى الغَداةَ مِنَ الفِراقِ يَقينا

وَرَأى الغَداةَ مِنَ الفِراقِ يَقينا

I was not the first whose company was scattered,

I was not the first whose tribe was scattered,

And who saw that morning the certainty of parting.

And who faced the morn certain of parting,

وَبَدارَةِ السَلَمِ الَّتي شُوِّقتُها

وَبَدارَةِ السَلَمِ الَّتي شُوِّقتُها

دِمِنٌ يَظَلُّ حَمامُها يَبكينا

دِمِنٌ يَظَلُّ حَمامُها يَبكينا

And at Dārat al-Salam, for which I was made to yearn,

While the farewells, for which I yearned,

Lie camp remains whose doves keep weeping for us.

Were weeping, like a dove, without ceasing.