راسَلتُ عَلى ألسنةِ الأَرواحِ

راسَلتُ عَلى ألسنةِ الأَرواحِ

أَهتَزُّ إِلَيهِ هِزَّةَ المُرتاحِ

أَهتَزُّ إِلَيهِ هِزَّةَ المُرتاحِ

I sent messages through the tongues of spirits.

I sent messages on the tongues of souls

I tremble toward him with the tremor of one rejoicing.

I sway to it, swaying with comfort

فَاِعتَلَّ بأنَّهُ مَريضٌ وَونى

فَاِعتَلَّ بأنَّهُ مَريضٌ وَونى

عَن ذاكَ يُبينُ باسم الأَصباحِ

عَن ذاكَ يُبينُ باسم الأَصباحِ

So he pleaded that he was ill, and held back

So he pretended that he was sick and weak

From that; the smiling dawns make it plain.

Turning from that, the morning reveals by name