أَلا نَسَخَ اللَهُ القُطارَ حِجارَةً

أَلا نَسَخَ اللَهُ القُطارَ حِجارَةً

تَصوبُ عَلَينا وَالغَمامَ غُموما

تَصوبُ عَلَينا وَالغَمامَ غُموما

Behold, God has turned the rain into stones

Alas! God has turned the rain into stones

that fall upon us, and the clouds into sorrows.

That pelt down upon us and clouds into sorrows,

وَكانَت سَماءُ اللَهِ لاتُمطِرُ الحَصى

وَكانَت سَماءُ اللَهِ لاتُمطِرُ الحَصى

لَيالِيَ كُنّا لانَطيشُ حُلوما

لَيالِيَ كُنّا لانَطيشُ حُلوما

And God's sky did not rain down pebbles

And God's sky used not to rain rocks upon us -

on nights when we were not rash in judgment.

Nights when we hankered not for sweetmeats.

فَلَمّا تَحَوَّلنا عَفاريتَ شِرَّةٍ

فَلَمّا تَحَوَّلنا عَفاريتَ شِرَّةٍ

تَحَوَّلَ شُؤبوبُ السَماءِ رُجوما

تَحَوَّلَ شُؤبوبُ السَماءِ رُجوما

So when we turned into demons of wickedness,

But when we turned into vicious sprites,

the sky's downpour turned into stone projectiles.

The sky's downpour turned into rocks pelting down.