يا غُربَةً جَعَلَت فُؤادي لِلأَسى

يا غُربَةً جَعَلَت فُؤادي لِلأَسى

إِلفاً وَحَدِّيَ لِلمَدامِعِ مَوطِنا

إِلفاً وَحَدِّيَ لِلمَدامِعِ مَوطِنا

O exile that made my heart sorrow's

O loneliness, you have made my heart accustomed to grief

Companion, and my edge [perhaps: cheek] a home for tears,

And my tears a homeland

حَتّى أَلِفتُ حَديثَ حادِثَةِ النَوى

حَتّى أَلِفتُ حَديثَ حادِثَةِ النَوى

يَلقى الشَدائِدَ سَهلَةً مَن أَدمَنا

يَلقى الشَدائِدَ سَهلَةً مَن أَدمَنا

Until I grew accustomed to the tale of separation's calamity—

Until I grew accustomed to the tale of misfortune

Whoever has grown accustomed finds hardships easy.

He who is steadfast finds hardships easy