1. The muezzin in Damascus disturbs me
With his shouts, I wish he hadn't spoken

2. If the Creator of his voice could hear
His screams, the voice of the weary would wail

3. He calls all night with pleading supplications
As if hungry, lost or a fool

4. And speaks words he cannot grasp the essence of
Believing he will not be answered unless he strains his throat

5. And imagines that God will heed his screams
Or that if he didn’t call out loud, he won’t provide

6. How can one steal a moment from
The specter of al-Karaa and its unsparing muezzins?

7. Jozet, you cheated me with a cheap room
A muezzin, a nuisance and a pounding

8. You moved me from my room to a hovel
And tricked me, O wicked hotel owner

9. So every night you shall have my curse
Whenever a muezzin calls out in the night