رَحَلتُم فَكَم مِن أَنَّةٍ بَعدَ حَنَّةٍ

رَحَلتُم فَكَم مِن أَنَّةٍ بَعدَ حَنَّةٍ

مُبَيِّنَةٍ لِلنّاسِ حُزني عَلَيكُمُ

مُبَيِّنَةٍ لِلنّاسِ حُزني عَلَيكُمُ

You departed—how many a moan follows a cry of longing,

You departed, how many sighs after yearning

revealing to people my grief over you.

Revealing my sadness for you to people

وَقَد كُنتُ أَعتَقتُ الجُفونَ مِنَ البُكا

وَقَد كُنتُ أَعتَقتُ الجُفونَ مِنَ البُكا

فَقَد رَدَّها في الرِقِّ شَوقي إِلَيكُمُ

فَقَد رَدَّها في الرِقِّ شَوقي إِلَيكُمُ

And I had freed my eyelids from weeping,

I had freed my eyelids from crying

but my longing for you has returned them to bondage.

Yet my longing for you returns them to tears