متى تشتفي نفسٌ أضر بها الوجد

متى تشتفي نفسٌ أضر بها الوجد

وتصقب دارٌ قد طوى أهلها البعد

وتصقب دارٌ قد طوى أهلها البعد

When will a soul afflicted by longing be healed,

When will a soul tormented by love's pain find peace,

When will a soul, afflicted by ardent longing, find its cure,

And a dwelling draw near whose people distance has enfolded?

And a home abandoned by friends regain its joy?

and an abode draw near, whose people distance has carried away?

وعهدي بهندٍ وهي جارة بيتنا

وعهدي بهندٍ وهي جارة بيتنا

وأرب من هندٍ لطالبها الهند

وأرب من هندٍ لطالبها الهند

And I remember Hind when she was our house’s neighbor;

I loved a maid called Hend who dwelt next door,

I remember Hind when she lived as a neighbor to our home,

And India is nearer than Hind to one who seeks her.

Yet from Hend withdrew, though love impelled me on.

and winning Hind was a cherished prize for one who sought her.

بلى إن في قرب الديار لراحة

بلى إن في قرب الديار لراحة

كما يمسك الظمآن أن يدنو الورد

كما يمسك الظمآن أن يدنو الورد

Yes, in the nearness of dwellings there is surely comfort,

Yes, living near one's love holds comfort still,

Yes, in the closeness of their dwellings lies true solace,

Just as the nearness of water sustains the thirsty.

As when the thirsty man approaches the spring.

just as the thirsty soul is sustained when the watering spring draws near.