عُجنا عَلى وادي الصَفا فَصَفا

عُجنا عَلى وادي الصَفا فَصَفا

عَيشي وَوَلّى الهَمُّ مُرتَحِلا

عَيشي وَوَلّى الهَمُّ مُرتَحِلا

We turned aside to Wadi al-Safa, and serene grew

We gathered on Safa valley in harmony

my life, while care turned away, departing.

My life rejoiced and worry departed

وَلَنا بِها وَالشَمسُ في أَسَدٍ

وَلَنا بِها وَالشَمسُ في أَسَدٍ

قَيظاً فَخِلنا بُرجَها الحَمَلا

قَيظاً فَخِلنا بُرجَها الحَمَلا

And there for us, with the sun in Leo,

And there with the sun in Leo's grip

in summer, its sign seemed to be Aries,

We avoided its scorching heat

في رَوضَةٍ حاكَ الرَبيعُ لَها

في رَوضَةٍ حاكَ الرَبيعُ لَها

بُسطاً وَأَلبَسَ دَوحَها حُلَلا

بُسطاً وَأَلبَسَ دَوحَها حُلَلا

in a garden for which spring had woven

In a garden where spring adorned it

carpets, and clothed its spreading trees in robes.

With carpets and dressed its hills in robes

ما إِن تَزالُ رِياضُها قُشُباً

ما إِن تَزالُ رِياضُها قُشُباً

أَبَداً وَبُردَةُ شَمسِها سَمِلا

أَبَداً وَبُردَةُ شَمسِها سَمِلا

Its gardens remain fresh

Its meadows will never cease to be lush

forever, while its sun's mantle stays threadbare.

And the chill of its sun will never fade

فَكَأَنَّ صَوبَ المُزنِ يَعشَقُها

فَكَأَنَّ صَوبَ المُزنِ يَعشَقُها

فَأَقامَ لا يَبغي بِها حِوَلا

فَأَقامَ لا يَبغي بِها حِوَلا

So the clouds' rain seemed to be in love with her;

It seems the south wind fell for it

and so it stayed there, seeking no change of abode.

And settled, not wanting to change direction

ما زالَ يَبكيها وَيَعتَبُها

ما زالَ يَبكيها وَيَعتَبُها

حَتّى تَوَرَّدَ خَدُّها خَجَلا

حَتّى تَوَرَّدَ خَدُّها خَجَلا

It kept weeping over her and reproaching her,

He kept crying for it and blaming it

until her cheek grew rosy with shame.

Until its cheek blushed with shyness