لا تَبعَدي إِمّا ذَهَبتِ شامَه

لا تَبعَدي إِمّا ذَهَبتِ شامَه

فَرُبَّ وادٍ نَفَرَت حَمامَه

فَرُبَّ وادٍ نَفَرَت حَمامَه

Be not far away, even if you are gone, Shamah.

Do not go too far wherever you went, my love

For you startled the doves of many a valley.

For many a valley has lost its doves

وَرُبَّ خَرقٍ قَطَعَت قَطَعَت قَتامُهُ

وَرُبَّ خَرقٍ قَطَعَت قَطَعَت قَتامُهُ

وَرُبَّ قِرنٍ فَصَلَت عِظامَه

وَرُبَّ قِرنٍ فَصَلَت عِظامَه

And many a wilderness you crossed—crossed through its dust.

And many a cloak has had its patches torn

And you severed the bones of many a foe.

And many a horn has had its bones broken

وَرُبَّ حَيٍّ أَهلَكَت سَوامَه

وَرُبَّ حَيٍّ أَهلَكَت سَوامَه

وَرُبَّ وادٍ جاوَزَت أَعلامَه

وَرُبَّ وادٍ جاوَزَت أَعلامَه

And you destroyed the grazing herds of many a tribe.

And many a living being has lost its breath

And you passed the landmarks of many a valley.

And over many a valley its flags have crossed

وَرُبَّ سَهبٍ قَد حزَأتِ هامَه

وَرُبَّ سَهبٍ قَد حزَأتِ هامَه

وَرُبَّ شَهرٍ عَبَرَت أيّامَه

وَرُبَّ شَهرٍ عَبَرَت أيّامَه

And you have cut across the heights of many an open plain.

And many a pool of water has had its bubbles burst

And you passed through the days of many a month.

And many a month has seen its days pass

وَرُبَّ قَفرٍ قَد عَلَت آكامَه

وَرُبَّ قَفرٍ قَد عَلَت آكامَه

وَمُضمَرٍ قَد أَلَكَت لِجامَه

وَمُضمَرٍ قَد أَلَكَت لِجامَه

And you climbed the hillocks of many a wilderness.

And many a barren land has had its hills surmounted

And you chewed the bridle of many a lean-trained horse.

And many a hidden one has lost its turban

وقَطَعَت مِن جَريِهِ حِزامَه

وقَطَعَت مِن جَريِهِ حِزامَه

فسيقَ جَريَ الوَعلِ والنَّعامَه

فسيقَ جَريَ الوَعلِ والنَّعامَه

And through its running you severed its girth.

And the belt of its running has been cut

So it was driven at the pace of the ibex and the ostrich.

So it ran like a zebra and an ostrich

ورُبَّ زقٍّ شَرِبَت أثامَه

ورُبَّ زقٍّ شَرِبَت أثامَه

يا رُبَّ غَورٍ جِئتُ من تِهامَه

يا رُبَّ غَورٍ جِئتُ من تِهامَه

And you drank the sinful wine of many a wineskin.

And over many a rugged terrain it quenched its thirst

Oh, many a lowland of Tihamah I have reached.

Oh how many a chasm have I come from its abyss

وَشِعبِ نَجدٍ لم أَهَب عُرامَه

وَشِعبِ نَجدٍ لم أَهَب عُرامَه

And many a ravine of Najd—I did not fear its fierceness.

And the mountains of Nejd where I did not lose my way