وَمُغتَرِبٍ بِالمَرجِ يَبكي لِشَجوِهِ

وَمُغتَرِبٍ بِالمَرجِ يَبكي لِشَجوِهِ

وَقد غابَ عَنهُ المُسعِدونَ عَلى الحُبِّ

وَقد غابَ عَنهُ المُسعِدونَ عَلى الحُبِّ

And an exile in al-Marj weeps for his sorrow,

A stranger weeping in the meadow for his yearning,

While those who console him in love have gone away from him.

While those made happy by love are gone from him.

إِذا ما أَتاهُ الرَكبُ مِن نَحوِ أَرضِهِ

إِذا ما أَتاهُ الرَكبُ مِن نَحوِ أَرضِهِ

تَنَشَّقَ يَستَشفي بِرائِحَةِ الرَكبِ

تَنَشَّقَ يَستَشفي بِرائِحَةِ الرَكبِ

Whenever the caravan comes to him from the direction of his homeland,

Whenever a caravan passes by coming from his homeland,

He inhales deeply, seeking healing in the caravan's scent.

He breathes in the air eagerly to savor home's scent.