أَرَى شَجراتِ الدارِ خُضراً ولا أَرى

أَرَى شَجراتِ الدارِ خُضراً ولا أَرى

سِوى شَجراتِ الدارِ شَيئاً تَرَوَّحُ

سِوى شَجراتِ الدارِ شَيئاً تَرَوَّحُ

I see the trees of the dwelling green, and I do not see

I see the green trees of the abode, and see

anything but the trees of the dwelling putting forth leaves.

Naught but the trees of the abode refreshing

أَمِن أَجلِ أَن حلَّت إِلَيكُنَّ وانتَدَت

أَمِن أَجلِ أَن حلَّت إِلَيكُنَّ وانتَدَت

بُثينَةُ يَندى غُصنُكُنَّ الملَوَّحُ

بُثينَةُ يَندى غُصنُكُنَّ الملَوَّحُ

Is it because she settled among you and sat in company—

Is it because Buthaina came to you and leaned

Buthayna—that your sun-scorched bough grows moist?

Against your salty branch that is dewy?