أَرضُ الشَرَبَّةِ شِعبٌ وَوادي

أَرضُ الشَرَبَّةِ شِعبٌ وَوادي

رَحَلتُ وَأَهلُها في فُؤادي

رَحَلتُ وَأَهلُها في فُؤادي

The land of al-Sharabbah is a ravine and a valley.

The land of drinking is hills and valleys

I departed, with its people still in my heart.

I traveled and its people are in my heart

يُحَلّونَ فيهِ وَفي ناظِري

يُحَلّونَ فيهِ وَفي ناظِري

وَإِن أَبعَدوا في مَحَلِّ السَوادِ

وَإِن أَبعَدوا في مَحَلِّ السَوادِ

They dwell there and within my eye,

Sweetening there and in my gaze

In its dark pupil, though they have gone far away.

And if they are far in the abode of blackness

إِذا خَفَقَ البَرقُ مِن حَيِّهِم

إِذا خَفَقَ البَرقُ مِن حَيِّهِم

أَرِقتُ وَبِتُّ حَليفَ السُهادِ

أَرِقتُ وَبِتُّ حَليفَ السُهادِ

When lightning flashes from their encampment,

When lightning flashes from their neighborhood

I lie awake and spend the night allied to sleeplessness.

I stay up, a friend of wakefulness

وَريحُ الخُزامى يُذَكِّرُ أَنفي

وَريحُ الخُزامى يُذَكِّرُ أَنفي

نَسيمَ عَذارى وَذاتِ الأَيادي

نَسيمَ عَذارى وَذاتِ الأَيادي

And the scent of lavender reminds my nose

The wind of autumn reminds my soul

Of the fragrance of maidens and the lady of bounty.

Of the breeze of maidens and gentle hands

أَيا عَبلَ مُنّي بِطَيفِ الخَيالِ

أَيا عَبلَ مُنّي بِطَيفِ الخَيالِ

عَلى المُستَهامِ وَطيبِ الرُقادِ

عَلى المُستَهامِ وَطيبِ الرُقادِ

O Abla, bestow a dream-vision

Oh camel that carries me with the specter of imagination

Upon the lovesick one, and sweet repose.

Upon the determined and the good sleep

عَسى نَظرَةٌ مِنكِ تَحيا بِها

عَسى نَظرَةٌ مِنكِ تَحيا بِها

حُشاشَةُ مَيتِ الجَفا وَالبِعادِ

حُشاشَةُ مَيتِ الجَفا وَالبِعادِ

Perhaps a glance from you will revive

Maybe a glance from you will revive

The last spark of life in one slain by estrangement and separation.

The liveliness of one dead from estrangement and distance

أَيا عَبلَ ما كُنتُ لَولا هَواكِ

أَيا عَبلَ ما كُنتُ لَولا هَواكِ

قَليلَ الصَديقِ كَثيرَ الأَعادي

قَليلَ الصَديقِ كَثيرَ الأَعادي

O Abla, but for my love of you, I would not be

Oh camel what I was without your love

One with few friends and many enemies.

Of few friends and many enemies

وَحَقِّكَ لا زالَ ظَهرُ الجَوادِ

وَحَقِّكَ لا زالَ ظَهرُ الجَوادِ

مَقيلي وَسَيفي وَدِرعي وِسادي

مَقيلي وَسَيفي وَدِرعي وِسادي

And by your honor, may the steed's back always remain

And by your right the back of the steed remains

My midday resting place, and my sword and armor my pillow,

My shelter, my sword, my armor and my pillow

إِلى أَن أَدوسُ بِلادَ العِراقِ

إِلى أَن أَدوسُ بِلادَ العِراقِ

وَأُفني حَواضِرَها وَالبَوادي

وَأُفني حَواضِرَها وَالبَوادي

Until I trample the lands of Iraq

Until I trample the lands of Iraq

And destroy its towns and desert lands.

And destroy its settlements and deserts

إِذا قامَ سوقٌ لِبَيعِ النُفوسِ

إِذا قامَ سوقٌ لِبَيعِ النُفوسِ

وَنادى وَأَعلَنَ فيهِ المُنادي

وَنادى وَأَعلَنَ فيهِ المُنادي

When a market is established for selling souls,

When a market is held for the sale of souls

And the crier calls out and proclaims within it,

And a caller calls out and announces in it

وَأَقبَلَتِ الخَيلُ تَحتَ الغُبارِ

وَأَقبَلَتِ الخَيلُ تَحتَ الغُبارِ

بِوَقعِ الرِماحِ وَضَربِ الحِدادِ

بِوَقعِ الرِماحِ وَضَربِ الحِدادِ

And the cavalry advances beneath the dust,

And the horses come under the dust

With clashing spears and blows of sharp blades,

With the striking of spears and the pounding of anvils

هُنالِكَ أَصدِمُ فُرسانَها

هُنالِكَ أَصدِمُ فُرسانَها

فَتَرجِعُ مَخذولَةً كَالعِمادِ

فَتَرجِعُ مَخذولَةً كَالعِمادِ

There I charge into its horsemen,

There I will clash with its horsemen

So it retreats, defeated, like pillars.

So they return defeated like pillars

وَأَرجِعُ وَالنوقُ مَوقورَةٌ

وَأَرجِعُ وَالنوقُ مَوقورَةٌ

تَسيرُ الهُوَينى وَشَيبوبُ حادي

تَسيرُ الهُوَينى وَشَيبوبُ حادي

And I return, with the she-camels heavily laden,

And I will return while the she-camels walk proudly

Moving at a gentle pace, with Shaybub their camel-driver.

Going smoothly, Sheyboub leading

وَتَسهَرُ لي أَعيُنُ الحاسِدينَ

وَتَسهَرُ لي أَعيُنُ الحاسِدينَ

وَتَرقُدُ أَعيُنُ أَهلِ الوِدادِ

وَتَرقُدُ أَعيُنُ أَهلِ الوِدادِ

And the eyes of the envious stay awake because of me,

And the eyes of enviers stay awake for me

And the eyes of those who love me sleep.

While the eyes of friends sleep