يا صاحِبَيَّ وَبابُ السِجنِ دونَكُما

هَل تُؤنِسانِ بِصَحراءَ اللِوى نارا

My friend, the prison door separates us

Do you find solace in the burning sands?

لَوى الدَخولِ إِلى الجَرعاءِ موقِدُها

وَالنارُ تَبدي لِذي الحاجاتِ أَذكارا

The flames of yearning burn within my soul

And fire reveals itself to one in need of prayer

لَو يُتبَعُ الحَقُّ فيها قَد مَنَيتُ بِهِ

أَو يُتبَعُ العَدلُ ما عَمَّرتُ دَوّارا

If truth could be pursued here, I would have found it

If justice ruled, life would not be this abyss

إِذا تَحَرَّكَ بابُ السِجنِ قامَ لَهُ

قَومٌ يَمُدّونَ أَعناقاً وَأَبصارا

When the prison door creaks open, people crane

Their necks and strain their eyes in hope