ديار الهوى حيا معالمك

ديار الهوى حيا معالمك

وإن لم يدع إلا تذكرك الدهر

وإن لم يدع إلا تذكرك الدهر

Abodes of love, may your landmarks be blessed,

The abode of love, your landmarks are still alive

Though time has left nothing but remembrance of you.

Even if nothing recalls you but memory through time

عهدتك أفقا للسعود وساكنو

عهدتك أفقا للسعود وساكنو

ربوعك في أرجائك الأنجم الزهر

ربوعك في أرجائك الأنجم الزهر

I knew you as a horizon of good fortune, and the dwellers

I knew you as a horizon for joy, and dwellers

of your quarters were the radiant stars in your expanses.

Of your meadows were stars and flowers everywhere

وعصرهم فصل الربيع نضارة

وعصرهم فصل الربيع نضارة

فهل يرجعن لي ذلك الزمن النضر

فهل يرجعن لي ذلك الزمن النضر

And their days were springtime in its freshness;

And their time was the vigor of spring in its bloom

So will that flourishing time ever return to me?

Will that fresh, verdant era return back to me?

إذا مر في فكري الديار وأهلها

إذا مر في فكري الديار وأهلها

فيالي من وجد يجدده الذكر

فيالي من وجد يجدده الذكر

When the dwellings and their people pass through my thoughts,

Whenever the abode and its people come to mind

Then, oh, the longing that remembrance rekindles in me!

Woe is me! Who finds it can renew the memory?

إذا أوحشتني وحدتي بعد فقرهم

إذا أوحشتني وحدتي بعد فقرهم

ولهت كأني قد أصابني السحر

ولهت كأني قد أصابني السحر

When my solitude makes me desolate after their poverty,

If loneliness distressed me after their loss

I become distraught, as though sorcery has struck me.

I wavered as though magic had struck me down

فكيف التأسي والتأسي فيهم

فكيف التأسي والتأسي فيهم

ولا عوض عنهم ولا عنهم صبر

ولا عوض عنهم ولا عنهم صبر

So how can I find consolation, when consolation lies in them,

How can I find solace? Solace is in them!

And there is no substitute for them, nor patience without them?

No compensation for them, no enduring their loss

لقد ساءني الدهر الذي سرني بهم

لقد ساءني الدهر الذي سرني بهم

وما ظلموا ساؤوا قصاصا بما سروا

وما ظلموا ساؤوا قصاصا بما سروا

Indeed, the time that gladdened me with them has saddened me;

Ill-fated was the time which delighted me with them

And they did no wrong: they saddened me in requital for the joy they gave.

They did no wrong, but wronged they were, retribution for the joy they brought