نَواقيسُ المَساءِ وَما أُحيَلى

إِذا طَنَّت نَواقيسُ المَساءِ

Bells of Evening and how lovely their chime,

When Bells of Evening start to softly chime,

فَكَم مِن قِصَّةٍ قَد أَنشَدتُها

وَتُنشِدُ بَعدَ حَيني وَالفَناءِ

How many a tale that I have sung before,

Shall sing again when I'm no more, no more.

سَيَبقى لَحنُها الداوي سَيَبقى

يُجَلجِلُ كُلَّ يَومٍ في الفَضاءِ

Their lingering melody will onward flow,

Each day it echoes, echoing as they go,

وَيَعبُرُ هذِهِ الوَهداتِ غَيري

مِنَ الشُعَراءِ رَكبٌ في غِناءِ

And other bards will cross these barrens lone,

A bardic throng with song and music blown,

يُرَتِّلُ مَدحَكِ العالي وَيَشدو

بِسِحرِكِ يا نَواقيسَ المَساءِ

They chant your lofty praise as day grows dim,

By magic spell of you, oh Bells of Eve hymn.