صديان يغلي في حشاه المرجل

ترثي الجنوب له وتحنو الشمأل

The pot boils in the furnace of the steamer

The south mourns for it and the north yearns

هيهات تلهيه الطيور بشدوها

ويبلّ غلّته الرحيق السلسل

Alas, the birds cannot distract him with their chirping

And its bitterness wets the dripping honeycomb

كابن الملوح لا يفرّ قراره

أبدا إلى ليلى يحنّ ويسال

Like the son of Milaah, his resolve does not waver

He always longs and asks about Layla

يا لائمه سقيتم صاب الأسى

كفّوا متى بلّ الأوام الحنظل

O you who blame him, you have watered the saplings of grief

Stop, when the tender branches have become rough

هيمان كم ذكر الحمى وأقامه

وله وأقعده الهوى المتغلغل

How much Himaan remembered zeal and established it

And made it dwell, and infatuated love made it settle

وأغرورقت عيناه أو كادت فيا

لهوّى تطيب به النفوس وتكمل

And his eyes brimmed with tears, or nearly

For a love that brings joy to souls and completes them

وتجود بالغالي وسحقا لامرىء

لا يبذل الغالي النفيس ويبخل

And gives generously, and curse the one

Who does not give the precious and the exquisite and is stingy

بسبيل موطنيه وحبّ بلاده

هذا ولا عاش الخؤون المبطل

For the sake of his homeland and love of his country

This one has not lived a wasted life

لهفان ها هو والظلام مخيّم

متلهّف في جنحه متعلّل

Yearning, here he is while darkness descends

Yearning in its wings, complaining

متعطش والذكريات هواتفٌ

تهفو بخافقه الحنون وتنهل

Thirsty, and memories are whispering calls

That stir his affectionate heart and draw from it

وتعربد الأحلام فوق جفونه

سحرا ويقيها الهوى المسترسل

Dreams flutter over his eyelids

Like magic, and passionate love protects them

يصبو ويبعث والنسيم رسوله

قبلا يكاد يذوب فيها المرسل

He dreams and sends the breeze as his messenger

With a kiss, he almost melts into it

لمسارح وملاعب ومراتع

ومرابع فيها البدور الكمّل

Of theaters, playgrounds, meadows

And watering places where the perfect ones gathered

شطّت وعانقت الرؤى أطيافها

وعليه في وادي الكرى تتنزّل

Visions have swirled and embraced their ghosts

And descended upon him in the valley of al-Karaa

ولهان قد طبع الحنين بذهنه

صورا فدعه غارقا يتخيّل

And passion has stamped his mind

With images, so let him stay engrossed imagining

صورا مجنّحة بريشة وهمه

تغري وتدبر في الخيال وتقبل

Winged images with the feathers of his imagination

That seduce, ponder in the imagination, and accept

منها أطلّت ذكريات حلوة

بيض يقصّ روّاه وهي تؤول

From them flashed sweet memories

White, which he tells as stories that lead

حفّت بها الآمال سكرى والمنى

ودنت فكاد يضمّها فتقبّل

Hopes surrounded it with intoxication and wishes

And drew near, so he almost embraced and kissed

فهنا الطفولة والصبا وهنا الهوى

وهناك ملعبه وهذا المنزل

And there his playground, and this is the house

And here are loved ones who said farewell, here

وهنا الأحبّة ودّعوه ها هنا

ومضى وراح بحسنها يتغزّل

He left, and went away singing their beauty

Delighted, when he listens with the ear of his imagination

نشوان إذا أصغى بأذن خياله

والوهم يملى والوداد يسجّل

And illusion dictates, and affection records

And fervor shakes in the depths of his soul

والوجد يرفض في قرارة روحه

والشوق يعزف والفؤاد يرتل

And longing plays music, and the heart sings along

So he plucked a flute for it and a poet sang

فشدا له ناي وغنى شاعر

وترنّمت ورق ورجّع جدول

And leaves rustled, and a stream babbled

A mother wondered and remembered, and a father prayed

وتساءلت أمّ وذكر والد

ودعا أخو روح وأمّن محفل

And a soul brother wished well, and a gathering affirmed

A sister asked, and a young girl called

واستفرت أخت ونادت طفلة

والكل منهم شقة ما يجمل

And all of them, he is a part of their beauty

A world of illusions he was briefly lost in

دنيا من الأوهام غاب سويعة

فيها وعاد وقلبه يتململ

And returned, his heart fluttering

Hopeful, unaware of an entrance

متفائل لا البأس يعرف مدخلا

لفؤاده وهو الشجيّ فيدخل

To his heart, but he is valiant so he enters

He defeated doubts with his resolve and certainty

صرع الشكوكَ بحزمه ويقينه

ومن الوساوس ما يحرّ ويقتل

And the whispers that burn and kill

So listen, O you who praise a homeland

فاسمعه يا هذا يحيّى موطنا

في جانحيه له المقام الأوّل

In his wings it has the highest place

My homeland, I would sacrifice life and blood for you, be safe and good

وطني فديتك عش ودم واسلم وطب

فحمائم السلم القريب ستهدل

For the doves of nearby peace will soon alight

And glory in your name, O sanctified land

والمجد باسمك يا ربوع مسبّح

والفخر يهتف والزمان يهلل

And pride shouts and time rejoices