نفَخَ المَثاني ثمّ سَوّى عودَهُ

نفَخَ المَثاني ثمّ سَوّى عودَهُ

وفْقاً بوَفْقٍ كاعْتِدالِ الأهْوِيَهْ

وفْقاً بوَفْقٍ كاعْتِدالِ الأهْوِيَهْ

He blew the double pipes, then adjusted his reed,

The flutist blew then straightened his reed

In harmony with harmony, like the balance of the winds.

In a bending, like the balance of scales

فطَرِبْتُ والمَلْويُّ يَلْوي فارْتمَتْ

فطَرِبْتُ والمَلْويُّ يَلْوي فارْتمَتْ

منّي الدّموعُ كمِثْلِ وادِي مَلْوِيَهْ

منّي الدّموعُ كمِثْلِ وادِي مَلْوِيَهْ

So I was enraptured as the curved pipe wound its melody, and forth streamed

So I trembled, and the bending one bent

From me tears, like the Moulouya River.

And from me tears streamed, like the valley of bending

لا تُنْكِروا منّي الحَنينَ فإنّما

لا تُنْكِروا منّي الحَنينَ فإنّما

برَتِ البَرايا نَفْخَةٌ معَ تسْوِيَهْ

برَتِ البَرايا نَفْخَةٌ معَ تسْوِيَهْ

Do not reproach me for my yearning, for it was only

Do not deny me longing, for

A breath, together with shaping, that brought all creatures into being.

The deserts sprouted a breath with alignment