وَمُعتَرَكٍ لِلوَصلِ يُجلى عَجاجُهُ

وَمُعتَرَكٍ لِلوَصلِ يُجلى عَجاجُهُ

بِبَطحاءَ قَومٍ عَن قَتيلٍ وَقاتِلِ

بِبَطحاءَ قَومٍ عَن قَتيلٍ وَقاتِلِ

And many a battleground of union, whose dust is cleared

A battlefield for reunion made clear by the croaking of its frogs

On a people's gravelly plain, revealing one slain and one slayer;

In the lowlands of a people mourning their dead and their killer

وَأَكثَرُ ما يُلقى بِهِ غِبَّ نَومِهِ

وَأَكثَرُ ما يُلقى بِهِ غِبَّ نَومِهِ

سِقاطُ اللَآلي أَو فُصومُ الخَلاخِلِ

سِقاطُ اللَآلي أَو فُصومُ الخَلاخِلِ

And most of what is found there after its slumber

And most disturbing its sleep are the falling stars

Is fallen pearls or broken pieces of anklets.

Or the clinking of anklets