أَحِبْ يا دَيرَ مِزْمارِ

غَرِيْباً نازِحَ الدَّارِ

O monastery of chanting, I love you

A stranger displaced from home

فَقَدْ أَذْكَرْتَ أَوْطانِي

وَقَدْ هَيَّجْتَ أَوْطارِي

For you have reminded me of my homelands

And awakened my innermost thoughts

تَجافانِيَ مَنْ أَهْوَى

فَأْحشائِي عَلَى النَّارِ

Those I love shun me

And my insides burn

فَما لِيْ بَعْدَهُ أَنْسٌ

سِوَى دَمْعِي وَتذْكارِي

After them I find no comfort

Except my tears and remembrance

فَقالَ الدَّيُر كَمْ تَشْكُو

لَقَد أَحْرَقْتَ أَحْجارِي

The monastery said, how do you complain

When you have scorched my stones?

وَقَد أَبْكَيْتَنِي حُزْناً

فَعَيْنِي ماؤُهَا جَارِ

You made me sorrowful and weep

My eyes overflowing

فَقُمْ نَشْكُ إِلَى موسى

رَعاهُ اللَّهُ مِن جَارِ

Rise, and complain to Moses

Whom God protected from harm

إِلَى مَلْكٍ عَلى الأَمْلا

كِ نَهَّاءٍ وَأَمَّارِ

To the king over realms

Of decisive and skilled leadership

لَهُ فِي مَعْرَكِ الهَيْجا

ءِ بَطْشُ الأَسَدِ الضَّارِي

In the battle of struggle

He has the grip of a fierce lion

وَفِي ظُلْمَةِ خَطْبِ الدَّهْ

رِ وَجْهُ القَمَرِ السَّارِي

And in the darkness of fate

The face of the rising moon

يَقولُ النَّاسُ إِذْ يَبْدُو

تَعالَى الخَالِقُ البَارِي

When he appears people say

Exalted is the Creator