باتت تئِنُّ وما بها وجدي

باتت تئِنُّ وما بها وجدي

وتَحِنُّ من وَجدٍ الى نَجدِ

وتَحِنُّ من وَجدٍ الى نَجدِ

She spent the night moaning, yet my anguish is not hers.

She moans though nothing ails her

And she yearns, out of longing, for Najd.

And yearns though she's never known longing

فدموعُها تحيا الرياضُ بها

فدموعُها تحيا الرياضُ بها

ودموعُ عيني أقرَحَت خَدِّي

ودموعُ عيني أقرَحَت خَدِّي

For her tears bring the gardens to life,

Her tears bring life to the meadows

And the tears of my eye have made my cheek raw.

While mine only chafe my cheeks