يا غُربَةً جَعَلَت فُؤادي لِلأَسى

إِلفاً وَحَدِّيَ لِلمَدامِعِ مَوطِنا

O loneliness, you have made my heart accustomed to grief

And my tears a homeland

حَتّى أَلِفتُ حَديثَ حادِثَةِ النَوى

يَلقى الشَدائِدَ سَهلَةً مَن أَدمَنا

Until I grew accustomed to the tale of misfortune

He who is steadfast finds hardships easy