يا مصلَّى أيمه

من بنى آدم طَهُر

O worshipper of the faithful

Of the children of Adam, purity

سبَّح الرمل والحصى

في نواحيه والحجر

The sand and pebbles glorified

In his surroundings and the stone

وعلى ظهر جوّه

صلَّت الشمس والقمر

And on the back of its air

The sun and the moon prayed

جمعا عزلة المدار

إلى عزلة المدر

Together the isolation of orbit

To the isolation of the monastery

سبّحا ثم سبّحا

بالعشايا وبالبكر

They glorified and then glorified

In the evenings and at dawn

وخِضما من الرمال

أواذيُّه الصخر

And the bustle of the sands

Its rocky places of prayer

ما له ساحل ولا

من فُجاءاته وزر

It has no coast and no

Of its gaps and burden

فيه من كل حاصب

جَلَّل الجو وانهمر

In it from every lookout

Adorned the air and rained

هب من كل جانب

كالَّدَبى اشتد وانتشر

Blowing from every side

Like heavy rainfall intensified and spread

رب أكفان مصحر

منه هيئن أو حفر

Lord of the shrouds of the desert

Made of it forms or dug

وفضاء كأنه

حلم رائع الصور

And space as if it were

A beautiful figment of imagination

العشايا سواحر

في حواشيه والبكر

The evenings are sorceresses

In its margins and dawn

كل سار وسامر

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Every walker and night conversationist

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يا فضاء بسحره

دَلَّه الركب بالسحر

O space with its magic

Its path led travelers with magic

فتنتهم وجوهه

واستخفتهمو الصور

Charmed them its faces

And made light of them the images

وشجاهم سكونه

بالعشايا وبالبُكر

And stimulated them its tranquility

In the evenings and at dawn

لا تلمهم فانما

قائد الأنفس الفِطر

Do not blame them, for only

The leader of instinctive souls

كل نفس لها هوى

كل نفس لها وطر

Every soul has a passion

Every soul has a way

كم جمال ومنظر

فرَّقا لذة النظر

How much beauty and scenery

Shared the pleasure of looking

كل حسن ومنظر

فيهما للهوى نظر

Every beauty and view

In both for passion a view