غِناؤُكَ لَيسَ يُغني سامِعيهِ

غِناؤُكَ لَيسَ يُغني سامِعيهِ

وَضَربُكَ يوجِبُ الضَربَ الوَجيعا

وَضَربُكَ يوجِبُ الضَربَ الوَجيعا

Your singing does its listeners no good.

Your singing does not delight your listeners,

And your playing warrants a painful beating.

And your beating causes painful blows.

وَوَجهُكَ يَطرُدُ النَشَواتِ عَنّا

وَوَجهُكَ يَطرُدُ النَشَواتِ عَنّا

وَقُربُكَ يُذكِرُ المَوتَ السَريعا

وَقُربُكَ يُذكِرُ المَوتَ السَريعا

And your face drives our raptures away.

Your face drives away our joy,

And your nearness brings swift death to mind.

And your nearness reminds us of imminent death.

إِذا غَنَّيتَنا يَومَ اِصطِباحٍ

إِذا غَنَّيتَنا يَومَ اِصطِباحٍ

فَقَد أَوسَعتَنا عَطَشاً وَجوعا

فَقَد أَوسَعتَنا عَطَشاً وَجوعا

When you sing to us on a day of morning drinking,

When you sing to us one morning,

Then you have given us our fill of thirst and hunger.

You have intensified our thirst and hunger.