بَانَ يَوْمَ الْخَمِيسِ قُرَّةُ عَيْنِي

بَانَ يَوْمَ الْخَمِيسِ قُرَّةُ عَيْنِي

حَسْبِي اللَّهُ أَيَّ مَوْقِفِ بَيْنِ

حَسْبِي اللَّهُ أَيَّ مَوْقِفِ بَيْنِ

On Thursday, the delight of my eye departed.

My solace appeared on Thursday

God suffices me—what a scene of parting!

God is enough for me, what a situation between us

لَوْ جَنَى مَوْقِفُ النَّوَى حَينَ حَيٍّ

لَوْ جَنَى مَوْقِفُ النَّوَى حَينَ حَيٍّ

كَانَ يَوْمُ الْوَدَاعِ وَاللَّهِ حَيْنِي

كَانَ يَوْمُ الْوَدَاعِ وَاللَّهِ حَيْنِي

If the scene of separation could cause a living soul's death,

If the stance of intimacy had taken place when alive

The day of farewell would, by God, have been my death.

It would have been the day of farewell, by God, my time

ضَايَقَتْنِي صُرُوفُ هَذِي اللَّيَالِي

ضَايَقَتْنِي صُرُوفُ هَذِي اللَّيَالِي

وَأَطَالَتْ هَمِّي وَألْوَتْ بِدَيْنِي

وَأَطَالَتْ هَمِّي وَألْوَتْ بِدَيْنِي

The vicissitudes of these nights have hemmed me in,

The turns of these nights have straitened me

And prolonged my sorrow and put off paying my due.

And lengthened my worries and burdened me with debt

وَطَنٌ نَازِحٌ وَشَمْلٌ شَتِيتٌ

وَطَنٌ نَازِحٌ وَشَمْلٌ شَتِيتٌ

كَيْفَ يَبْقَى مُعَذَّبٌ بَعْدَ ذَيْنِ

كَيْفَ يَبْقَى مُعَذَّبٌ بَعْدَ ذَيْنِ

A far-off homeland, and a scattered company—

A fleeing homeland and scattered family

How can one in torment live on after these two?

How can one remain tortured after this

يَا إِلاَهِي أَدْرِكْ بِلُطْفِكَ ضَعْفِي

يَا إِلاَهِي أَدْرِكْ بِلُطْفِكَ ضَعْفِي

إِنَّ مَا أَشْتَكِيهِ لَيْسَ بِهَيْنِ

إِنَّ مَا أَشْتَكِيهِ لَيْسَ بِهَيْنِ

O my God, in Your kindness, come to the aid of my weakness.

My God, reach my weakness with Your kindness

Indeed, what I complain of is no light matter.

What I complain of is not trivial