تَطَاولَ لَيلي بالعِراقِ ولَم يَكُن

تَطَاولَ لَيلي بالعِراقِ ولَم يَكُن

عَلَيَّ بأَكنافِ الحِجازِ يَطُولُ

عَلَيَّ بأَكنافِ الحِجازِ يَطُولُ

My night has grown long in Iraq, though it never

My night in Iraq was prolonged, yet it did not extend

grew long for me in the reaches of the Hijaz.

Upon me in the Hijaz’s embrace.

فَهَل لِي إلى أَرضِ الحِجَازِ وَمَن بِهِ

فَهَل لِي إلى أَرضِ الحِجَازِ وَمَن بِهِ

بِعافِيَةٍ قَبلَ المَمَاتِ سَبيلُ

بِعافِيَةٍ قَبلَ المَمَاتِ سَبيلُ

Is there, then, for me—to the land of the Hijaz and those in it—

Is there for me a way to the Hijaz’s land, and those in it,

a way, in good health, before death?

In good health before death?