أنا يا لَيْلُ أَحاسِيسي وَهَجْ

تَقْذِفُ النَّارَ وتَغتالُ المُهَجْ

O night, my feelings rage

Casting fire and ambushing the fervent.

أنا لا أَسلو ولا يَسلو معي

زَمَنُ القَهْرِ الّذي بِالظُّلمِ ضَجّْ

I do not question, nor do they question me,

The era of oppression which injustice perturbed.

يَنْشَأُ الطِّفلُ يَتيمًا مُعْدَمًا

صنعَ الحَرْبُ لِساقَيْهِ عَرَجْ

The child grows orphaned, deprived.

War has made his legs limp.

يَطْلُبُ المَوتَ لِيَلْقَى أُمَّهُ

نسأل اللهَ سرورًا وفَرَجْ؟

He seeks death to meet his mother.

We ask God for joy and relief.