يالَكَ مِن لَيلِ حِجا

يالَكَ مِن لَيلِ حِجا

بٍ جُنحُهُ مُعتَكِرُ

بٍ جُنحُهُ مُعتَكِرُ

What a veiling night you are,

O night of pitch darkness

its gloom dense and murky!

Its wings folded in gloom

ظَلامُهُ لا يَنجَلي

ظَلامُهُ لا يَنجَلي

وَصُبحُهُ لا يَسفِرُ

وَصُبحُهُ لا يَسفِرُ

Its darkness does not lift,

Its darkness never dispels

and its dawn does not brighten.

And its dawn never rises

لَيسَ لَهُ إِلى المَما

لَيسَ لَهُ إِلى المَما

تِ آخِرٌ يُنتَظَرُ

تِ آخِرٌ يُنتَظَرُ

Until death, it has no

It has no end in sight

end that can be awaited.

That one awaits

مافي حَياةٍ مَعَهُ

مافي حَياةٍ مَعَهُ

لِذي حَصاةٍ وَطَرُ

لِذي حَصاةٍ وَطَرُ

Life with it holds no

No life with it

appeal for anyone with sense.

For one with a burning heart

غادَرَني كَأَنَّني

غادَرَني كَأَنَّني

في كَسرِ بَيتٍ حَجَرُ

في كَسرِ بَيتٍ حَجَرُ

It has left me as though I were

It left me as if I were

a stone in the corner of a house.

In the ruins of a broken home

لا أَهتَدي لِحاجَتي

لا أَهتَدي لِحاجَتي

وَفي اللَيالي عِبَرُ

وَفي اللَيالي عِبَرُ

I cannot find my way to what I need,

I cannot find my way

and in the nights are lessons.

And tears flow in the nights

أَينَ الشَبابُ وَالمِرا

أَينَ الشَبابُ وَالمِرا

حُ وَالهَوى وَالأَشَرُ

حُ وَالهَوى وَالأَشَرُ

Where are youth and merriment,

Where is youth, joy, passion and love?

and love and exuberance?

Its days have betrayed

أَخنَت عَلى أَيّامِها

أَخنَت عَلى أَيّامِها

أَيّامُ دَهرٍ غُدُرُ

أَيّامُ دَهرٍ غُدُرُ

Their days were laid waste

The days of a treacherous fate

by time’s treacherous days.

Only sorrow remains for me

لَم يَبقَ لي إِلّا الأَسى

لَم يَبقَ لي إِلّا الأَسى

مِنهُنَّ وَالتَذَكُّرُ

مِنهُنَّ وَالتَذَكُّرُ

Nothing is left to me but sorrow

And remembrance of them

from them, and remembrance.