لَو يُرسِلُ الأَزلُ الظِبا

لَو يُرسِلُ الأَزلُ الظِبا

ءَ تَرودُ لَيسَ لَهُنَّ قائِد

ءَ تَرودُ لَيسَ لَهُنَّ قائِد

If drought were to send the gazelles

If fate let loose the gazelles wandering,

roaming for pasture, with no guide,

With no guide leading their throng,

لَتَيَمَّمَتكَ تَدُلُّها

لَتَيَمَّمَتكَ تَدُلُّها

رِياكَ لِلسُّبُلِ المَوارِد

رِياكَ لِلسُّبُلِ المَوارِد

they would surely make for you, guided

Your fragrance would still attract them,

by your fragrance toward the paths to watering places.

Guiding their steps to drink at your stream.

وَإِذا الرِياحُ تَنَكَّرَت

وَإِذا الرِياحُ تَنَكَّرَت

نُكباً هَواجِرُها صَوارِد

نُكباً هَواجِرُها صَوارِد

And when the winds turn hostile,

And when the winds take on disguise,

blowing crosswise, their noondays bitterly cold,

Blowing their migrants every which way,

فَالناسُ سائِلَةٌ إِلَي

فَالناسُ سائِلَةٌ إِلَي

كَ فَصادِراً تُغني وَوارِد

كَ فَصادِراً تُغني وَوارِد

then people stream toward

People still come seeking from you,

you; you enrich those departing and those arriving.

As you give forth, welcoming all their needs.