إذا أحمدُ القَطَّانُ غَنَّى توقَّفَت

له الطيرُ في جَوِّ السماء تُصيخُ

When Ahmad the singer sings, the birds in the sky's expanse stand still,

And nearly every melody and tune and lute and flute into the soil would melt from shyness,

وكاد حياءً كُلُّ لَحنٍ ونغمةٍ

وعودٍ وناي في التراب يَسيخُ

My hearing has become impaired from the clangor of his voice,

My joy overflows and my sorrows grow old.

تَقَرَّطَ سَمعِي من جَلاجِلِ صوتِهِ

فَشَبَّ سُروري والهمومُ تشيخُ