غنّى لنا يومَ حرٍّ
فماتَ برداً رفاقي
He sang to us one scorching day,
My friends then died of cold away,
يا ليتنا في حجازٍ
إذا شدا في عراقِ
Would we were in the Hijaz still,
When hot winds blew o’er Irāq’s hill.
غنّى لنا يومَ حرٍّ
فماتَ برداً رفاقي
He sang to us one scorching day,
My friends then died of cold away,
يا ليتنا في حجازٍ
إذا شدا في عراقِ
Would we were in the Hijaz still,
When hot winds blew o’er Irāq’s hill.