1. تلفت قَلبي إِلى الكرملِ

    وَحنَّ إِلى عَهدِهِ الأَوِّلِ

    My heart turned toward Carmel,

    And yearned for its earliest days.

  2. وَمَرَّت بِهِ ذكريات الهَوى

    رَواجعَ مِن ذَلِكَ المَنزل

    And memories of love passed through it,

    Returning from that dwelling.

  3. تلفت كَما شئت وَاخفق لَهُ

    سَحائِبُ هَمك لا تَنجلي

    Turn as you wish, and beat for it;

    The clouds of your sorrow do not lift.