بَلَنْسِيَّةٌValencia يَاO عَذْبَةَsweet in المَاءِwater وَالجَنَىand fruit
بَلَنْسِيَّةٌ يَا عَذْبَةَ المَاءِ وَالجَنَى
سُقِيتِmay you be watered وَإِنْand though أَشْقَيْتِyou made me wretched صَوْبَthe rain of الرَّواجِسِthe thundering clouds
سُقِيتِ وَإِنْ أَشْقَيْتِ صَوْبَ الرَّواجِسِ
Valencia, O sweet in water and fruit,
may the rain of thundering clouds water you, though you have made me wretched.
أحبُّI love وأَقْلَىand I loathe مِنْكِof you حَالاًa present state ومَاضِياًand a past
أحبُّ وأَقْلَى مِنْكِ حَالاً ومَاضِياً
بِمُوحِشَةٍamid desolation أَلوتdid away بِعَهدِwith the days of الأَوَانِسِthe fair maidens
بِمُوحِشَةٍ أَلوت بِعَهدِ الأَوَانِسِ
I love your past and loathe your present,
amid desolation that has swept away the days of fair maidens.
وَمِنْand among عَجَبٍwonders أَنَّthat الدِّيارَthe dwellings أَوَاهِلٌinhabited
وَمِنْ عَجَبٍ أَنَّ الدِّيارَ أَوَاهِلٌ
وَأنْدُبُهاand I lament them نَدْبَa lament for الطلولِthe ruins الدَّوارِسِeffaced by time
وَأنْدُبُها نَدْبَ الطلولِ الدَّوارِسِ
And it is a wonder that the dwellings are inhabited,
yet I lament them as one laments timeworn ruins.
Sol 6.1