مَضى لَيلٌ وَأَخلَفَتِ النُجومُ

وَنَحنُ لَدى مَصارِعِنا جُثومُ

The night has passed, and the stars have faded

A night has passed, and the stars have broken their promise,

Yet we remain by our dwellings, seated

While we lie prostrate at the sites of our downfall.

فَداوِ كُلومَ قَلبِ أَخيكَ لَيلاً

فَإِنَّ فُؤادَهُ أَبَداً كَليمُ

So heal, my friend, the heart of your brother at night

So heal the wounds of your brother's heart by night,

For his heart is forever wounded

For his heart is forever wounded.

بِصافِيَةٍ إِذا قُرِعَت بِماءٍ

جَرى عَن مَتنِها دُرٌّ يَحومُ

With a chalice, if filled with pure water

With a pure vintage that, when struck with water,

Pearls will flow from its brim, swarming

Has pearls flowing and circling upon its surface.

تُضاحِكُنا كَعَينِ الديكِ صِرفاً

فَإِن مُزِجَت تَخَلَّلَها غُيومُ

It makes us laugh, like the rooster's eye at dawn

It laughs with us, clear as a rooster's eye when pure,

But if clouds seep into it, it is glooming

But if mixed, clouds permeate its depth.

لَها في الكَأسِ لينُ عَروسِ خِدرٍ

وَفيها لِلسُرورِ رَحىً تَدومُ

In the goblet is the softness of a languid bride

In the cup, it holds the softness of a bride in her chamber,

And in it is an everlasting joy blooming

And within it, a millstone of joy turns endlessly.

وَلَمّا لاحَ ضَوءُ الصُبحِ عَنّا

وَحَرَّكَ عودَهُ بَدرٌ وَسيمُ

And when the light of dawn shone upon us

And when the light of morning appeared before us,

And a radiant full moon stirred its lute

And a handsome, moon-faced youth played his oud,

بِصَوتِ أَخي الحِجازِ فَهاجَ شَوقي

لِمَن طَلَلٌ بِرامَةَ لا يَريمُ

Hearing my brother's voice from Hejaz, my longing stirred

With the voice of a Hijazi brother, he stirred my yearning

For one whose ruins at Ramah will never be consumed

For one whose ruins at Rama remain and do not depart.