هَذا كِتابي لأَحبابي الّذين نَأوا

هَذا كِتابي لأَحبابي الّذين نَأوا

وَلَم يَدَعْ بُعْدُهُم في القَلبِ مِن رَمَقِ

وَلَم يَدَعْ بُعْدُهُم في القَلبِ مِن رَمَقِ

This is my letter to my loved ones who have gone far away.

This is my book for my loved ones who went away

And their distance has left no trace of life in my heart.

And their distance did not leave any life in my heart

لَقَد جَعَلت بَياضَ العَينِ لي ورقا

لَقَد جَعَلت بَياضَ العَينِ لي ورقا

كَتَبتُهُ بِسوادِ العَينِ وَالحَدقِ

كَتَبتُهُ بِسوادِ العَينِ وَالحَدقِ

I have indeed made the white of my eye my paper;

I have made the white of my eye as paper for me

I wrote it with the blackness of my eyes and pupils.

I wrote it with the blackness of my eye and pupil

فَتّشت عِندي عَلى أَغلى سواه فَما

فَتّشت عِندي عَلى أَغلى سواه فَما

وَجَدتُ أَغلى لَهُ مِن ذَلكَ الورقِ

وَجَدتُ أَغلى لَهُ مِن ذَلكَ الورقِ

I searched among my possessions for something more precious instead, but

I searched within me for what is more precious than it but

found nothing more precious for it than that paper.

I did not find anything more precious to it than that paper