وَإِنَّكَ لَو بَلَّغتَها قَولِيَ اِسلَمي

وَإِنَّكَ لَو بَلَّغتَها قَولِيَ اِسلَمي

طَوَت حَزَناً وَاِرفَضَّ مِنها دُموعُها

طَوَت حَزَناً وَاِرفَضَّ مِنها دُموعُها

And indeed, if you conveyed to her my words, 'Be well,'

If you were to convey my words to her, she would surrender

She would conceal her sorrow, and her tears would stream forth;

She would wrap herself in sorrow as her tears flowed

وَبانَ الَّذي تُخفي مِنَ الشَوقِ في الحَشى

وَبانَ الَّذي تُخفي مِنَ الشَوقِ في الحَشى

إِذا هاجَها مِنّي حَديثٌ يَروعُها

إِذا هاجَها مِنّي حَديثٌ يَروعُها

And the longing she hides within her breast would be revealed,

Revealing the longing she hides in her chest

When news from me stirs her and alarms her.

When my talk startles her and frightens her

وَفاضَت فَلَم تَملِك سِوى فَيضِ عَبرَةٍ

وَفاضَت فَلَم تَملِك سِوى فَيضِ عَبرَةٍ

وَقَلَّ لِباقي العَيشِ مِنها قُنوعُها

وَقَلَّ لِباقي العَيشِ مِنها قُنوعُها

And she would overflow, able only to shed a flood of tears,

She overflows, unable to control anything but her tears

And her contentment with the life remaining would dwindle.

Diminishing what remains of her life and its joys

إِذا طَلَعَت شَمسُ النَهارِ فَسَلِّمي

إِذا طَلَعَت شَمسُ النَهارِ فَسَلِّمي

فَآيَةُ تَسليمي عَلَيكِ طُلوعُها

فَآيَةُ تَسليمي عَلَيكِ طُلوعُها

When the sun of day rises, send greetings,

When the sun of daytime rises, greet her for me

For the sign of my greeting to you is its rising:

My greeting to you is its rising

بِعَشرِ تَحِيّاتٍ إِذا الشَمسُ أَشرَقَت

بِعَشرِ تَحِيّاتٍ إِذا الشَمسُ أَشرَقَت

وَعَشرٍ إِذا اِصفَرَّت وَحانَ وُقوعُها

وَعَشرٍ إِذا اِصفَرَّت وَحانَ وُقوعُها

With ten greetings when the sun shines,

With ten greetings when the sun shines

And ten when it turns yellow and its setting is at hand.

And ten when it yellows and sets