عَلَّلِ القَومَ قَليلاً

يا اِبنَ بِنتِ الفارِسِيَّه

The blame rests lightly on the people

Son of the knight’s daughter

غَنِّهِم أَنتَ وَبِشرٌ

وَاِبنُ بِنتِ الهُذَلِيَّه

Sing to them you and good tidings

And the son of the lowly’s daughter

إِنَّهُم قَد عاقَروا اليَو

مَ عُقاراً مَقَدِيَّه

Truly they have fought today

A barren fruitless fight

عِندَنا مِسكٌ وَرَيحا

نٌ وَعودُ المَندَلِيَّه

We have musk and fragrance

And mandalwood and myrrh