لَنا خَليلٌ جُعِلنا

فِداءَهُ مِن خَليلِ

We have a friend for whose sake

We'd ransom our very lives

إِذا لُهِيَ القَومُ ضَنَّت

أَظعانُها بِالرَحيلِ

When others play, her yearning

Makes departure her sad prize

سارَت لُهاهُ إِلَينا

عَلى بِغالِ الدُخولِ

She came to us, though distant,

On mounts of noble descent