وَما إِن صَوتُ نائِحَةٍ بِلَيلٍ

وَما إِن صَوتُ نائِحَةٍ بِلَيلٍ

بِسَبلَلَ لا تَنامُ مَعَ الهُجودِ

بِسَبلَلَ لا تَنامُ مَعَ الهُجودِ

And surely no voice of a mourning dove at night

The wail of a mourner in the night

at Sablal, sleepless among the sleepers—

With chains that keep her from sleep alongside the meek

تَجَهنا غادِيَينِ فَساءَلَتني

تَجَهنا غادِيَينِ فَساءَلَتني

بِواحِدِها وَأَسأَلُ عَن تَليدي

بِواحِدِها وَأَسأَلُ عَن تَليدي

We met, both setting out at dawn; then she asked me

Crossed my path while I was walking, so she asked me

about her only one, and I ask about my Talid.

With one question, and I ask about my ancestry

فَقُلتُ لَها فَأَمّا ساقُ حُرٍّ

فَقُلتُ لَها فَأَمّا ساقُ حُرٍّ

فَبانَ مَعَ الأَوائِلِ مِن ثَمودِ

فَبانَ مَعَ الأَوائِلِ مِن ثَمودِ

So I said to her: "As for Saq Hurr,

So I said to her: As for the leg of a free man

he departed with the earliest of Thamud."

It was evident early on among the Thamud

وَقالَت لَن تَرى أَبَداً تَليداً

وَقالَت لَن تَرى أَبَداً تَليداً

بِعَينِكَ آخِرَ العُمرِ الجَديدِ

بِعَينِكَ آخِرَ العُمرِ الجَديدِ

And she said: "You will never see Talid

And she said: “You will never see ancestry

with your own eyes, to the end of the life still ahead."

With your eyes in the last of your new life”

كِلانا رَدَّ صاحِبَهُ بِيَأسٍ

كِلانا رَدَّ صاحِبَهُ بِيَأسٍ

وَتَأنيبٍ وَوِجدانٍ بَعيدِ

وَتَأنيبٍ وَوِجدانٍ بَعيدِ

Each of us answered the other with despair,

Both of us turned away from the other in despair

and reproach, and little hope of finding the lost.

And rebuke and a distant sorrow