وَشادٍ رَخيمِ الصّوتِ كالبدرِ وَجههُ

تَغَنّى عَلى عودٍ وَنَحنُ نُصَفِّقُ

With a melodious voice like the full moon is his face

He sang to an oud while we clapped along

وَمُذْ مَسَّهُ عادَت إِلَيهِ حَياته

أَلَستَ تَراهُ إِذ تَحَرَّك يَنطقُ

And since it touched him, life returned to him

Can you not see him as he stirs, he speaks