يَا ذَا الْخِصَالِ الْعُلاَ الشَّهِيرَهْ

يَا ذَا الْخِصَالِ الْعُلاَ الشَّهِيرَهْ

وَمَنْ حَوَى رُتَباً خَطِيَرهْ

وَمَنْ حَوَى رُتَباً خَطِيَرهْ

O you of renowned, lofty qualities,

O you of renowned noble traits

O possessor of renowned and exalted traits,

And you who have attained eminent ranks,

And one who attained sublime ranks

And one who has attained momentous ranks,

وَمَنْ رَوى الْمَجْدَ عَنْ سُرَاةٍ

وَمَنْ رَوى الْمَجْدَ عَنْ سُرَاةٍ

قَدْ أَشْرَقَتْ بِهِمُ الْجَزِيرَهْ

قَدْ أَشْرَقَتْ بِهِمُ الْجَزِيرَهْ

And you who have transmitted glory from noblemen,

And one who narrated glory from ancestry

And one who inherited glory from noble chiefs,

Through them the island has indeed shone.

With whom the peninsula shone

By whom the Peninsula was radiantly illuminated;

فَلَوْ تَرَى خِلَّكَ الْمُعَنَّى

فَلَوْ تَرَى خِلَّكَ الْمُعَنَّى

أَضْرَمَ طُولُ الضَّنَى زَفِيرَهْ

أَضْرَمَ طُولُ الضَّنَى زَفِيرَهْ

If only you could see your tormented friend—

If only you could see your grieving people

If only you could see your suffering friend,

Prolonged wasting sickness has set his sighing aflame.

Sighing long from distress

Whose sighs are kindled by prolonged wasting illness,

يَشْكُو الذِي هَالَهُ وَيَشْدُو

يَشْكُو الذِي هَالَهُ وَيَشْدُو

هَلْ مِنْ سَبِيلٍ إِلَى الذَّخِيرَهْ

هَلْ مِنْ سَبِيلٍ إِلَى الذَّخِيرَهْ

He complains of what has dismayed him, and sings:

Complaining of what has befallen them and singing

Complaining of what overwhelms him, as he chants:

Is there any way to the treasure?

Is there a way to the treasures?

"Is there any path to the cherished treasure?"

فَقَدْ حَكَى وَجْدُهُ عَلَيْهَا

فَقَدْ حَكَى وَجْدُهُ عَلَيْهَا

وَجْدَ مُغِيثٍ عَلَى بَرِيرَهْ

وَجْدَ مُغِيثٍ عَلَى بَرِيرَهْ

For his yearning for it has mirrored

For their passion has told of it

For indeed, his passionate longing for her mirrors

Mughith's yearning for Barirah.

The passion of a savior over a wounded soul

The passionate longing of Mughith for Barirah.