يا اِبنَ الخَضيرِيِّ لا تَذهَب عَلى خَجَلٍ

لِحادِثٍ مِنكَ مِثل النايِ وَالعودِ

Oh son of Al-Khadhuri don't be ashamed

Of melodies that come from you like flute and lute

فاِنَّها الريحُ لا تَستَطيع تحبسها

اِذ لَستَ أَنتَ سُلَيمانَ بنَ داودِ

For it is the wind and you cannot restrain it

Since you are not Solomon son of David