أَلا خَبَّروني عَن حِمى تَلِ راهِطٍ

أَلا خَبَّروني عَن حِمى تَلِ راهِطٍ

يَلَذُّ بِهِ سَمعي وَإِن فاتَني النَظَر

يَلَذُّ بِهِ سَمعي وَإِن فاتَني النَظَر

Ah, tell me of the protected lands of Tall Rahit;

Tell me of the hills of Tel Rahit

My ears delight in it, though its sight eludes me.

Whose tales bring joy to my ears though sight fails me,

وَقُصّا أَحاديثَ المُصَلّى وَأَهلِهِ

وَقُصّا أَحاديثَ المُصَلّى وَأَهلِهِ

عَلَيَّ فَما لي في سِوى ذاكَ مِن وَطَن

عَلَيَّ فَما لي في سِوى ذاكَ مِن وَطَن

And you two, recount the tales of al-Musalla and its people

And speak to me of that sacred place and its folk -

To me, for I have no homeland elsewhere.

For in aught but that have I no true home.

لَقَد طالَ عَهدي بِالمُصَلّى فَلَيتَني

لَقَد طالَ عَهدي بِالمُصَلّى فَلَيتَني

رَأَيتُ المُصَلّى أَو سَمِعتُ لَهُ خَبَر

رَأَيتُ المُصَلّى أَو سَمِعتُ لَهُ خَبَر

It has been long since I was at al-Musalla—if only I

Long has my exile from that mosque lasted; would that

Could see al-Musalla, or hear some news of it.

I had glimpsed it or heard some news of it once more!