أَلا هَل إِلى داري بِوادي طُوَيلِعٍ

أَلا هَل إِلى داري بِوادي طُوَيلِعٍ

وَإِن بَعُدَت بِعدَ الرَحيلِ قُفولُ

وَإِن بَعُدَت بِعدَ الرَحيلِ قُفولُ

Ah, is there a return to my home in the valley of Tuwayliʿ,

Shall I return to my home in the long valley of Tuwayli’

though it has grown distant since my departure?

Though it be far, a difficult journey home?

وَهَل عائِدٌ فيها الزَمانُ الَّذي مَضى

وَهَل عائِدٌ فيها الزَمانُ الَّذي مَضى

قَصيراً فَلي حُزنٌ عَلَيهِ يَطولُ

قَصيراً فَلي حُزنٌ عَلَيهِ يَطولُ

And will that bygone time return there,

Will the days of the past return there,

brief as it was, while my sorrow for it lasts so long?

Days whose brief passing grieves me still?

وَهَل لِصَدى قَلبي إِلى وَردِ مَورِدِ ال

وَهَل لِصَدى قَلبي إِلى وَردِ مَورِدِ ال

حِمى وَالشَرابِ السَلسَبيلِ سَبيلُ

حِمى وَالشَرابِ السَلسَبيلِ سَبيلُ

And is there a way for my heart's thirst to drink at the watering place of the

Will my heart’s echo sound again by the pasturing place of camels,

protected pasture, and to partake of the sweet-flowing draught?

Where the smooth-flowing Salsabil brings ease?

وَهَل مِن هَجيرِ الهَجرِ لي بِظِلالِها

وَهَل مِن هَجيرِ الهَجرِ لي بِظِلالِها

مَقيلٌ وَمِن سوءِ العِثارِ مُقيلُ

مَقيلٌ وَمِن سوءِ العِثارِ مُقيلُ

And from separation's noonday heat, is there for me in its shade

Will there, after the pain of absence, be a resting place for me

a place to rest at noon, and someone to lift me from the harm of stumbling?

In its shade, a refuge from the evil of stumbling?