كَم بَينَ شَطَّيكَ مِن رِيٍّ لِجانِحَةٍ

كَم بَينَ شَطَّيكَ مِن رِيٍّ لِجانِحَةٍ

ذابَت عَلَيكَ صَدىً يا وادِيَ العَسَلِ

ذابَت عَلَيكَ صَدىً يا وادِيَ العَسَلِ

How much relief from thirst lies between your banks for a heart

How many streams between your banks

That melted with thirst for you, O Valley of Honey!

Melted onto you, oh valley of honey

وَما دَعاها إِلى وادٍ سِواكَ ظَما

وَما دَعاها إِلى وادٍ سِواكَ ظَما

أَلا تَبَيَّنُ فيها فَترَةَ الكَسَلِ

أَلا تَبَيَّنُ فيها فَترَةَ الكَسَلِ

And no thirst called it to a valley other than you;

What called them to a valley other than you, athirst

Do you not discern in it the languor of indolence?

Can you not see in it the slackening of laziness