إنَّ هذي الحَيَاةَ قيثارَةُ اللهِ

وأَهْلُ الحَيَاةِ مِثْلُ اللًّحُونِ

Indeed this life is God's guitar,

Verily, this life is the lyre of God,

And people in this life are like the plectrums,

And the people of life are its melodies;

نَغَمٌ يَسْتَبي المَشاعِرَ كالسِّحْرِ

وصَوْتٌ يُخِلُّ بالتَّلْحينِ

A melody that enchants feelings like magic,

A tune that enraptures the soul like magic,

And a voice that interferes with the modulation.

And a voice that disrupts the harmony.

واللَّيالي مَغَاوِرٌ تُلْحِدُ اللَّحْنَ

وتَقْضي على الصَّدى المِسْكِينِ

The nights are caves that bury the tune

The nights are caverns that entomb the song,

And eliminate the poor echo.

And bring an end to the wretched echo.