تَنَفَّسْتُ الغَداةَ وَقَدْ تَوَلَّوْا

تَنَفَّسْتُ الغَداةَ وَقَدْ تَوَلَّوْا

وعِيرُهُمُ مُعارِضَةُ الطَّريقِ

وعِيرُهُمُ مُعارِضَةُ الطَّريقِ

I sighed at dawn, when they had turned away,

I breathed relief at dawn when they were gone

and their caravan was crossing the road.

Their taunting me to join them now a distant song

فَنَادَوْا بِالحَريقِ فَظِلْتُ أَبْكي

فَنَادَوْا بِالحَريقِ فَظِلْتُ أَبْكي

فَنادَوا بِالحَريقِ وبِالغَريقِ

فَنادَوا بِالحَريقِ وبِالغَريقِ

So they cried out, “Fire!” and I kept weeping;

They yelled of fire as I wept all alone

then they cried out, “Fire! And someone drowning!”

Of fire and shipwreck did their voices drone