وَنَيْلُوفَرٍand a water lily أوْرَاقُهُits leaves مُسْتَديرَةٌround
وَنَيْلُوفَرٍ أوْرَاقُهُ مُسْتَديرَةٌ
تَفَتّحَblossomed فيماin the space بينهنّbetween them لَهُfor it زَهْرُblossoms
تَفَتّحَ فيما بينهنّ لَهُ زَهْرُ
And a water lily whose leaves are round,
A lotus with circular leaves
Its blossoms have opened among them,
Bloomed among them, its flower
كَماas اعتَرَضَتْstood arrayed خُضرُgreen التِّرَاسِthe shields وَبَينَهاand between them
كَما اعتَرَضَتْ خُضرُ التِّرَاسِ وَبَينَها
عَوامِلُupper shafts أَرماحٍof spears أَسِنَّتُهاtheir spearheads حُمرُred
عَوامِلُ أَرماحٍ أَسِنَّتُها حُمرُ
Like green shields arrayed, and between them
As the green of the terrace interrupted it
The upper shafts of spears, their tips red.
And factors of spears with red tips
هُوَhe ابْنُa son بِلاديmy land كَاغتِرابيlike my exile اغتِرابُهُhis exile
هُوَ ابْنُ بِلادي كَاغتِرابي اغتِرابُهُ
كِلاناboth of us عَنِfrom الأَوْطانِthe homelands أَزْعَجَهُdrove him away الدَّهرُTime
كِلانا عَنِ الأَوْطانِ أَزْعَجَهُ الدَّهرُ
He is a son of my land; his exile is like mine.
It is the son of my country as estranged as my estrangement
Time has driven us both from our homelands.
We are both estranged from homelands, disturbed by fate