إِذا دَمَعَت عَيناكَ وَالشَوقُ قائِدُن

إِذا دَمَعَت عَيناكَ وَالشَوقُ قائِدُن

لِذي الشَوقِ حَتّى تَستَبينَ المُكَتَّما

لِذي الشَوقِ حَتّى تَستَبينَ المُكَتَّما

When your eyes shed tears, and longing is a guide

When your eyes weep and longing leads you,

For one who longs, until you discern what was concealed,

To the one you long for, until the hidden becomes clear,

ظَلِلتَ تُبَكّي الحَيَّ وَالرَبعُ دارِسٌ

ظَلِلتَ تُبَكّي الحَيَّ وَالرَبعُ دارِسٌ

وَقَد مَرَّ بَعدَ الحَيِّ حَولٌ تَجَرَّما

وَقَد مَرَّ بَعدَ الحَيِّ حَولٌ تَجَرَّما

You went on mourning the tribe, while the campsite lay effaced,

You weep for the departed neighborhood, and time is devastating,

And a full year had run its course since the tribe departed.

After the loved ones, seasons have passed.

وَشَبَّهتَ رَسمَ الدارِ إِذ أَنتَ واقِفٌ

وَشَبَّهتَ رَسمَ الدارِ إِذ أَنتَ واقِفٌ

عَلَيها تَكُفُّ الدَمعَ بُرداً مُسَهَّما

عَلَيها تَكُفُّ الدَمعَ بُرداً مُسَهَّما

And you likened the dwelling's traces, as you stood

You imagined the outline of the house when you stood

Beside it, holding back tears, to an arrow-patterned cloak.

Upon it, holding back the tears, cold and decisive.