تَعَزَّ بِصَبرٍ لا وَجَدِّكَ لا تَرى

تَعَزَّ بِصَبرٍ لا وَجَدِّكَ لا تَرى

بَشامَ الحِمى أُخرى اللَيالي الغَوائِرِ

بَشامَ الحِمى أُخرى اللَيالي الغَوائِرِ

Console yourself with patience—no, by your fortune, you will not see

With patience I'm endowed but in vain, I see you not

The balsam trees of the protected pasture for the rest of the passing nights.

Other nights pass while yearning still remains

كَأَنَّ فُؤادي مِن تَذَكُّرِهِ الحِمى

كَأَنَّ فُؤادي مِن تَذَكُّرِهِ الحِمى

وَأَهلِ الحِمى يَهفو بِهِ ريشُ طائِرِ

وَأَهلِ الحِمى يَهفو بِهِ ريشُ طائِرِ

It is as though my heart, from remembering the protected pasture

As if my heart from missing you is set aflame

And the people of the protected pasture, were wafted by a bird’s feathers.

And longing for you makes it flutter and take flight