سُقيتَ الحَيا يا دَيرَ ياقوتَ مَنزِلاً

سُقيتَ الحَيا يا دَيرَ ياقوتَ مَنزِلاً

وَلا زال عَذباً وَردُ مائِكَ سَلسَلا

وَلا زال عَذباً وَردُ مائِكَ سَلسَلا

May rain water you, O Monastery of Yaqut, as a dwelling;

O monastery, abode of rubies, you were watered with life

And may the draught of your water ever remain sweet and smooth.

And your roses' nectar still flows fresh and chained

وَجرَّت عَلى مَغناكَ أَذيال نَفحَةٍ

وَجرَّت عَلى مَغناكَ أَذيال نَفحَةٍ

تُفَتِّقُها أَيدي التَنَفُّسِ مَندِلا

تُفَتِّقُها أَيدي التَنَفُّسِ مَندِلا

And may a fragrant breeze trail its skirts across your abode,

The fringes of perfume trailed over your meads

Which the hands of breathing unfold, fragrant as aloeswood.

Parted by the hands of breathing, like a scarf

زَمانُ الصِبا فيكَ اِنقَضَت طَيِّباتُهُ

زَمانُ الصِبا فيكَ اِنقَضَت طَيِّباتُهُ

فَما كانَ أهناهُ زَماناً وَأَجمَلا

فَما كانَ أهناهُ زَماناً وَأَجمَلا

The time of youth within you—its delights have passed away;

The days of youth within you passed with their sweets

And how blissful a time it was, and how beautiful!

No time was more blissful and beautiful

ذَكَرتُكَ فَاِنهَلَّت دُموعي تَأَسُّفاً

ذَكَرتُكَ فَاِنهَلَّت دُموعي تَأَسُّفاً

وَحُقَّ للدَمعي أَن يَجودَ وَيَهمِلا

وَحُقَّ للدَمعي أَن يَجودَ وَيَهمِلا

I remembered you, and my tears poured down in sorrow;

I remembered you and my tears poured in sorrow

And rightly should my tears pour freely and flow.

It is right for my tears to flow and neglect all else