لَسناwe are not بِحَمتٍat Hamt وَلاnor زيمٍZim وَلاnor صَوَرىSawra
لَسنا بِحَمتٍ وَلا زيمٍ وَلا صَوَرى
لَكِنbut بِمَرجٍin a meadow مِنَof الجَولانِthe Golan مَغروسِplanted
لَكِن بِمَرجٍ مِنَ الجَولانِ مَغروسِ
We are not at Hamt, nor Zim, nor Sawra,
We are not of the stubborn nor quarrelsome folk
but in a planted meadow of the Golan.
But of a meadow in the Golan planted
يُغدىis brought in the morning عَلَيناto us بِإِبريقٍwith a pitcher وَمُسمِعَةٍand a songstress
يُغدى عَلَينا بِإِبريقٍ وَمُسمِعَةٍ
إِنَّindeed الحِجازَthe Hijaz رَضيعُa nursling of الجوعِhunger وَالبوسِand misery
إِنَّ الحِجازَ رَضيعُ الجوعِ وَالبوسِ
Each morning we are brought a pitcher and a songstress.
Who comes to us with pitcher and hearing aid
Indeed, the Hijaz is a nursling of hunger and misery.
The Hejaz is a suckling of hunger and kisses
بِتناwe spent the night بِدارَةِin the precinct of جَوّاتاJawwata يُفَزِّعُناalarms us
بِتنا بِدارَةِ جَوّاتا يُفَزِّعُنا
صَوتُthe sound of الدَجاجِchickens وَأَصواتُand the sounds of النَواقيسِbells
صَوتُ الدَجاجِ وَأَصواتُ النَواقيسِ
We spent the night in the precinct of Jawwata, alarmed by
We are in the Darat al-Jawwata, frightened
the sound of chickens and the sounds of bells.
By the clucking of chickens and bells' din
Sol 6.1