يا حسنَ بَيتِ اللَهِ وهو مُجَرَّدُ

يا حسنَ بَيتِ اللَهِ وهو مُجَرَّدُ

ولنا لهَيبَةِ نورهِ إطراقُ

ولنا لهَيبَةِ نورهِ إطراقُ

How beautiful is the House of God when bare!

O beauty of God's house though bare it be

And we bow our heads in awe of its light.

Our eyes still dazzle at its radiancy

فكَسوهُ سوداً والقلوبُ تَوَدُّ لَو

فكَسوهُ سوداً والقلوبُ تَوَدُّ لَو

ضَمَّت عليهِ سوادَها الأحداقُ

ضَمَّت عليهِ سوادَها الأحداقُ

So they clothed it in black, while hearts wish that

So clothe it sombre to appease our hearts

The pupils might draw their blackness over it.

That pine to press on it their blackity