بَلَنسِيَةً بَيني عَنِ القَلبِ سُلوَةً

بَلَنسِيَةً بَيني عَنِ القَلبِ سُلوَةً

فَإِنَّكِ رَوضٌ لا أَحِنُّ لِزَهرِكِ

فَإِنَّكِ رَوضٌ لا أَحِنُّ لِزَهرِكِ

Valencia, depart from my heart, that I may find solace;

A respite from my heart's sorrows you have been,

For you are a garden whose blossoms I do not long for.

Yet I care not for the flowers of your garden.

وَكَيفَ يُحِبُّ المَرءُ داراً تَقَسَّمَت

وَكَيفَ يُحِبُّ المَرءُ داراً تَقَسَّمَت

عَلى صارِمَي جُوعٍ وَفِتنَةِ مُشرِكِ

عَلى صارِمَي جُوعٍ وَفِتنَةِ مُشرِكِ

And how can a person love a home divided

How can a man love a home torn asunder

Between the two swords of hunger and a polytheist's strife?

By twin blades of hunger and pagan strife?