أَلاَAh! لَيْتَwould that شِعْرِيmy knowledge بَعْدَafter طُولِthe length of افْتِراقِناour separation
أَلاَ لَيْتَ شِعْرِي بَعْدَ طُولِ افْتِراقِنا
مَتَىwhen يَجْمَعُwill gather اللهُGod الكَريمُthe Generous لَنَاfor us الشَّمْلاَthe company
مَتَى يَجْمَعُ اللهُ الكَريمُ لَنَا الشَّمْلاَ
Ah, would that I knew, after our long separation,
Oh! If only I knew, after our long separation
when God, the Generous, will reunite us.
When will God, the Generous, reunite us
مَضَتْhave passed مئتانِtwo hundred مِنْof لَيالٍnights أعُدُّهاI count them
مَضَتْ مئتانِ مِنْ لَيالٍ أعُدُّها
ومِنْand from دُونِshort of أَحْبابيmy loved ones أَرَىI see الحَزْنَrugged ground والسَّهْلاَand level ground
ومِنْ دُونِ أَحْبابي أَرَى الحَزْنَ والسَّهْلاَ
Two hundred nights have passed—I count them—
Two hundred nights have passed, as I count them
and between me and my loved ones I see rugged and level ground.
And without my loved ones, I see only sorrow and barrenness