يا مَوقِدَ النارِ يُذكيها وَيُخمِدُها

يا مَوقِدَ النارِ يُذكيها وَيُخمِدُها

قَرُّ الشِتاءِ بِأَرياحٍ وَأَمطارِ

قَرُّ الشِتاءِ بِأَرياحٍ وَأَمطارِ

O kindler of the fire, which is stoked and quenched

O kindler of fire, lighting it and extinguishing it

by winter’s bitter cold, with winds and rain.

The winter is cold with winds and rain

قُم فَاِصطَلِ النارَ مِن قَلبي مُضَرَمَةً

قُم فَاِصطَلِ النارَ مِن قَلبي مُضَرَمَةً

فَالشَوقُ يُضرِمُها يا مَوقِدَ النارِ

فَالشَوقُ يُضرِمُها يا مَوقِدَ النارِ

Rise, then warm yourself at the fire blazing from my heart;

Arise and ignite a blazing fire from my burning heart

For longing sets it ablaze, O kindler of the fire.

For yearning kindles it, O kindler of fire

وَيا أَخا الذَودِ قَد طالَ الظَماءُ بِها

وَيا أَخا الذَودِ قَد طالَ الظَماءُ بِها

لَم تَدرِ ما الرِيُّ مِن جَدبٍ وَإِقتارِ

لَم تَدرِ ما الرِيُّ مِن جَدبٍ وَإِقتارِ

And O keeper of the camel herd, its thirst has lasted long;

And O brother of sacrifice, thirst has long afflicted it

It has not known what it is to drink its fill, through drought and scarcity.

It knows not of the flowing from barrenness and dearth

رُدَّ المَطِيَّ عَلى عَيني وَمَحجِرَها

رُدَّ المَطِيَّ عَلى عَيني وَمَحجِرَها

تَروِ المَطِيَّ بِدَمعٍ مُسبَلٍ جاري

تَروِ المَطِيَّ بِدَمعٍ مُسبَلٍ جاري

Bring the riding camels back to my eye and its socket;

Return the tear to my eye and its eyelid

You will water the riding camels with tears pouring down and flowing.

To water the tear flowing copiously

يا مُزمِعَ البَينِ إِن جَدَّ الرَحيلُ فَلا

يا مُزمِعَ البَينِ إِن جَدَّ الرَحيلُ فَلا

كانَ الرَحيلُ فَإِنّي غَيرُ صَبّارِ

كانَ الرَحيلُ فَإِنّي غَيرُ صَبّارِ

O you resolved on parting, if departure is certain, then may no

O you determined to part, if parting is inevitable, then

departure come to pass, for I am not one to bear it patiently.

Though parting is inevitable, I am not patient