غَشِيَت لَيلِيَ دِمنَةٌ لَم تَكَلَّمِ

غَشِيَت لَيلِيَ دِمنَةٌ لَم تَكَلَّمِ

بِبَلبولَ فَالأَجراعِ أَجراعِ تَوأَمِ

بِبَلبولَ فَالأَجراعِ أَجراعِ تَوأَمِ

The traces of an abandoned campsite enveloped my night, yet did not speak,

My night has been shrouded in silence that does not speak

At Balbul, then the sandy flats—the sandy flats of Taw'am.

With the warbling of twin streams flowing and flowing