قَد هاجَ قَلبَكَ بَعدَ السُلوَةِ الوَطَنُ

قَد هاجَ قَلبَكَ بَعدَ السُلوَةِ الوَطَنُ

وَالشَوقُ يُحدِثُهُ لِلنازِحِ الشَجَنُ

وَالشَوقُ يُحدِثُهُ لِلنازِحِ الشَجَنُ

The homeland has stirred your heart after you had found solace.

Your heart has become restless after tranquility, O homeland

And sorrow awakens longing in the one far away.

And yearning makes the emigrant shed tears of sorrow

مَن كانَ يَسأَلُ عَنّا أَينَ مَنزِلُنا

مَن كانَ يَسأَلُ عَنّا أَينَ مَنزِلُنا

فَالأُقحُوانَةُ مِنّا مَنزِلٌ قَمَنُ

فَالأُقحُوانَةُ مِنّا مَنزِلٌ قَمَنُ

Whoever has been asking about us, where our dwelling lies—

Whoever asked about us, where is our dwelling

Then al-Uqhuwanah is a fitting dwelling for us.

The wilderness for us is dwelling enough

وَما لِدارٍ عَفَت مِن بَعدِ ساكِنِها

وَما لِدارٍ عَفَت مِن بَعدِ ساكِنِها

وَما لِعَيشٍ بِها إِذ ذاكُمُ ثَمَنُ

وَما لِعَيشٍ بِها إِذ ذاكُمُ ثَمَنُ

And what worth has a dwelling effaced after its inhabitant was gone,

No home remains chaste after its inhabitants have gone

And what price has life there in those days?

And what good is living there when you are the price

إِذا الجِمارُ حَرىً مِمَّن يَسيرُ بِهِ

إِذا الجِمارُ حَرىً مِمَّن يَسيرُ بِهِ

وَالحَجُّ قُدماً بِهِ مَعروفٌ الثُكَنُ

وَالحَجُّ قُدماً بِهِ مَعروفٌ الثُكَنُ

When al-Jimar lay depleted of those who passed through it,

When the neighbors deplore whoever travels with them

And the pilgrims’ encampments there were known of old.

And the Hajj pilgrimage, well-known for its assemblies

إِذ نَلبَسُ العَيشَ صَفواً لا يُكَدِّرُهُ

إِذ نَلبَسُ العَيشَ صَفواً لا يُكَدِّرُهُ

جَفوُ الوُشاةِ وَلا يَنبو بِنا زَمَنُ

جَفوُ الوُشاةِ وَلا يَنبو بِنا زَمَنُ

When we wore life in its purity, unclouded by

When we lived purely without troubles

The harshness of talebearers, nor did time turn against us.

Not harmed by the injustice of evildoers or the vicissitudes of time

إِذا اِجتَمَعنا هَجَرنا كُلَّ فاحِشَةٍ

إِذا اِجتَمَعنا هَجَرنا كُلَّ فاحِشَةٍ

عِندَ اللِقاءِ وَذاكُم مَجلِسٌ حَسَنُ

عِندَ اللِقاءِ وَذاكُم مَجلِسٌ حَسَنُ

Whenever we gathered, we shunned every indecency

When gathered we shunned all shamelessness

At our meeting—and that was a fine gathering.

In that gathering which was a fine council

فَذاكَ دَهرٌ مَضَت عَنّا ضَلالَتُهُ

فَذاكَ دَهرٌ مَضَت عَنّا ضَلالَتُهُ

وَكُلُّ دَهرٍ لَهُ في سَيرِهِ سَنَنُ

وَكُلُّ دَهرٍ لَهُ في سَيرِهِ سَنَنُ

So that was an age whose folly has passed from us,

Such was an era whose misguidance has passed from us

And every age has its own path as it passes.

And each era follows its own traditions in its course

لَيتَ الهَوى لَم يُقَرِّبني إِلَيكِ وَلَم

لَيتَ الهَوى لَم يُقَرِّبني إِلَيكِ وَلَم

أَعرِفكِ إِذ كانَ حَظّي مِنكُمُ الحَزَنُ

أَعرِفكِ إِذ كانَ حَظّي مِنكُمُ الحَزَنُ

If only love had not brought me near you, and I had not

Would that passion had not brought me near you nor

Known you, since my share from you all was sorrow.

Caused me know you when my fortune with you was sorrow