الخُبْزُ فُتَّ وزُبْدُنا قَدْ ذَابَا

الخُبْزُ فُتَّ وزُبْدُنا قَدْ ذَابَا

فَاهْمَعْ بِقَطْرِكَ لا عُدِمْتَ سَحَابَا

فَاهْمَعْ بِقَطْرِكَ لا عُدِمْتَ سَحَابَا

The bread has been crumbled, and our butter has melted.

Our bread has crumbled and our butter has melted

So pour down your syrup—may you never lack a cloud!

So rain down with your droplets, be not devoid of clouds

أَوْ بِالقُطارةِ أَو فَعَجلّ مُرْسَلاً

أَوْ بِالقُطارةِ أَو فَعَجلّ مُرْسَلاً

فَالعَيْشُ أصْبَحَ بَعْدَ حُلْوٍ صَابَا

فَالعَيْشُ أصْبَحَ بَعْدَ حُلْوٍ صَابَا

Or with sugar drippings—or hasten a delivery;

Or with a drizzle, or send down a heavy rain

For life, once sweet, has turned to bitter sap.

For life has become bitter after sweetness

والجَرُّ لَستُ أُحِبُّهُ في مَوْعِدٍ

والجَرُّ لَستُ أُحِبُّهُ في مَوْعِدٍ

مَاطَالَ شَيْءٌ في الوُعُودِ فَطَابَا

مَاطَالَ شَيْءٌ في الوُعُودِ فَطَابَا

And I dislike dragging out a promise:

And waiting I do not like at its time

Nothing drawn out in promises has ever proved pleasing.

Nothing is good in promises that have dragged on

أَمْطِرْ نَواحِيَنَا التى قَدْ أَجْدَبَتْ

أَمْطِرْ نَواحِيَنَا التى قَدْ أَجْدَبَتْ

وَنَدا يَدَيْكَ بِكُلِّ قَطْرٍ صَابَا

وَنَدا يَدَيْكَ بِكُلِّ قَطْرٍ صَابَا

Rain upon our quarters, which have grown barren,

Rain down upon our barren valleys

And the dew of your hands has rained down in every land.

And your hands are called upon with every drop that pours down