بَعُدَتْ دارهُمْ ووجدي قريبُ

بَعُدَتْ دارهُمْ ووجدي قريبُ

والجوى مَوطِني وَصَبري غَريبُ

والجوى مَوطِني وَصَبري غَريبُ

Their home has grown distant, yet my longing is near.

Their homes are far away, yet my torment is near,

And love's anguish is my homeland, and my patience is a stranger.

And my passion is my home, though patience is a stranger here.

أَيُّ شيءٍ يَكون أَفجعَ عندي

أَيُّ شيءٍ يَكون أَفجعَ عندي

من مُحِبٍّ قَد بانَ عَنه الحَبيبُ

من مُحِبٍّ قَد بانَ عَنه الحَبيبُ

What could be more heartbreaking to me

What is there that hurts me more

than a lover whose beloved has departed from him?

Than a lover from whom the beloved has grown apart?

قَد تَساوَتْ بالسقم منَّا عيونٌ

قَد تَساوَتْ بالسقم منَّا عيونٌ

حينَ بانَتْ بالبَيْنِ منَّا قلوبُ

حينَ بانَتْ بالبَيْنِ منَّا قلوبُ

Our eyes have become alike in sickness,

Our eyes are equally sick with yearning

when our hearts were parted by separation.

Since our hearts have been sundered by separation.