أَنجَدَ الشَوقُ وَأَتهَمَ العَزاءُ

أَنجَدَ الشَوقُ وَأَتهَمَ العَزاءُ

فَأَنا ما بَينَ نَجدٍ وَتِهام

فَأَنا ما بَينَ نَجدٍ وَتِهام

Longing has gone up to Najd, and solace down to Tihama.

Longing triumphed and grief consumed

So I am somewhere between Najd and Tihama.

Thus I'm torn between ache and doom

وَهُما ضِدّانِ لَن يَجتَمِعا

وَهُما ضِدّانِ لَن يَجتَمِعا

فَشَتاتي ما لَهُ الدَهرَ نِظام

فَشَتاتي ما لَهُ الدَهرَ نِظام

And they are two opposites that will never meet.

Opposite pulls that won't align

So my scattered state will never know order.

My scattered self, no order or rhyme

ما صَنيعي ما اِحتِيالي دُلَّني

ما صَنيعي ما اِحتِيالي دُلَّني

يا عَذولي لا تَرُعني بِالمَلام

يا عَذولي لا تَرُعني بِالمَلام

What am I to do? What recourse have I? Guide me.

What can I do, what plot or plan?

O my reproacher, do not frighten me with blame.

Chide me not, oh cruel clan

زَفَراتٌ قَد تَعالَت صُعَّداً

زَفَراتٌ قَد تَعالَت صُعَّداً

وَدُموعٌ فَوقَ خَدَّيَّ سِجام

وَدُموعٌ فَوقَ خَدَّيَّ سِجام

Sighs have risen high,

Sighs that soar and swell

And tears stream over my cheeks.

Tears that stream and quell

حَنَّتِ العيسُ إِلى أَوطانِها

حَنَّتِ العيسُ إِلى أَوطانِها

مِن وَجى السَيرِ حَنينَ المُستَهام

مِن وَجى السَيرِ حَنينَ المُستَهام

The pale camels yearned for their homelands,

The doves yearned for native nests

Their feet aching from travel, with a lovesick lover's yearning.

From prolonged journey, the camel groans and rests

ما حَياتي بَعدَهُم إِلّا الفَنا

ما حَياتي بَعدَهُم إِلّا الفَنا

فَعَلَيها وَعَلى الصَبرِ سَلام

فَعَلَيها وَعَلى الصَبرِ سَلام

My life after them is nothing but annihilation.

Without them, naught remains but death

So farewell to it, and to patience.

On it and patience, peace bequeaths