أم القرى عندك أم يوح

أم القرى عندك أم يوح

فقد سرى بنورها اللوح

فقد سرى بنورها اللوح

Is the mother of hospitality—fire—beside you, or Yūḥ, the sun?

O mother of villages, do you have a mother Eve

For the air has borne her radiance through the night.

For her light has illuminated the tablet

أم ذات مرط ذهبي لها

أم ذات مرط ذهبي لها

يعقدها في الجو تطويح

يعقدها في الجو تطويح

Or a lady in a golden mantle of her own,

Or one with a golden anklet for her

whom a tossing motion binds in midair?

She knots it in the air fluttering

فسقني أختا لها دنها

فسقني أختا لها دنها

جسم لها وهي لها روح

جسم لها وهي لها روح

So give me her sister to drink: her wine jar

So give me a sister close to her

is her body, and she is its soul.

A body for her and she is its soul

كأنها الشمس وما نفضت

كأنها الشمس وما نفضت

من شرر عنها المصابيح

من شرر عنها المصابيح

As though she were the sun, and what was shaken off

As if she were the sun and has not shaken off

in sparks from the lamps.

From it the lamps and torches