أَضحى فُؤادُكَ يا وَليدُ عَميدا

صَبّاً قَديماً لِلحِسانِ صَيودا

Your heart, O Walid, has become a pillar,

An ancient passion for singing eulogies.

مِن حُبِّ واضِحَةِ العَوارِضِ طَفلَةٍ

بَرَزَت لَنا نَحوَ الكَنيسَةِ عيدا

For the girl with the clear features, a child

Who came out to us towards the church for Eid.

ما زِلتُ أَرمُقُها بِعَينَي وامِقٍ

حَتّى بَصُرتُ بِها تُقَبِّلُ عودا

I kept staring at her with my loving eyes

Until I saw her kiss a pole.

فَسَأَلتُ رَبّي أَن أَكونَ مَكانَهُ

وَأَكونَ في لَهَبِ الجَحيمِ وَقودا

So I asked my Lord that I take his place

And in hellfire be burning wood.