حَيِّ الدِيارَ بِمُنشِدٍ فالمُنتَضى

حَيِّ الدِيارَ بِمُنشِدٍ فالمُنتَضى

فالهَضبِ هَضبِ رَواوَتَينِ إِلى لأى

فالهَضبِ هَضبِ رَواوَتَينِ إِلى لأى

Greet the dwellings at Munshid, then al-Muntaḍā,

Oh dwellings of the past, greet them with a singer

then the plateau—the plateau of Rawāwatayn—as far as Laʾā.

Towards the two slopes of Ra`wah I set my course

لَعِبَ الزَمانُ بِها فَغَيَّرَ رَسمَها

لَعِبَ الزَمانُ بِها فَغَيَّرَ رَسمَها

وَخَريقُهُ يُغتالُ مِن قَبلِ الصَبا

وَخَريقُهُ يُغتالُ مِن قَبلِ الصَبا

Time toyed with them and altered their traces,

Time has played with them, changing their beauty

and its fierce wind is assailed from the east wind’s quarter.

Its ruins waylaid by the morning breeze

فَكأَنَّها بَلِيَت وَجوهُ عِراصِها

فَكأَنَّها بَلِيَت وَجوهُ عِراصِها

فَبَكَيتُ مِن جَزَعٍ لما كَشَفَ البِلى

فَبَكَيتُ مِن جَزَعٍ لما كَشَفَ البِلى

So it seemed the faces of their courtyards had worn away;

As if their proud faces have withered over time

then I wept in anguish at what decay laid bare.

I weep in agony at their decay laid bare