أَفْدِى عَرَباً حَلُّوا بِوَادِي الجَزْعِ

يَا وَحْشَةَ نَاظِري لَهُمْ في الرَّبْعِ

I ransom Arabs who camped in the valley of grief

O desolation that watches them in the spring

لَمَّا بَحَثُوا عِنْدِي فِي فُرْقَتِنَا

اشْتَاقَ لَهُمْ مَسَايِلاً مِنْ دَمْعِي

When they searched in me during our separation

My tears yearned for them flowing down