قد أصَمَّتنا بِصَوتٍ

مُذهِبٍ عنا المَسَرَّه

Her voice has deafened us,

Taking away all our joy,

ولها شَعرٌ يُغَطِّي

وجهَها عن كلِّ نَظرَه

Her hair covers her face

From every glance.

فهي تَحكي في غِناها

بومةً في أصلِ سدرَه

She sings in her richness

Like an owl in the core of a sidr tree.