لَقَدْ صَفِرَتْ عِيابُ الْوُدِّ بَيْنِي

وَبَيْنَ أَحِبَّتِي بَعدَ امْتِلاءِ

The desert's gloom between me and my loved ones grows

Familiar faces now are strange wherever I go

وَعَادَتْ أَوْجُهُ الْمَعْرُوفِ سُوداً

وَكانَتْ مِنْ نَضَارَتِها بِمَاءِ

What once was fresh and bright lies faded, parched, and sere

The barren desert stretches on, and spring will never show