أَتَتكَ أُمُّ الحَسَن

تَشدو بِصَوت حَسنِ

The mother of beauty came to you

Singing in a beautiful voice

تَمُدُّ في أَلحانِها

مَدَّ الغناءِ المَدَني

Extending in her melodies

The extent of urban singing

تَقومنّي سَلسلا

كَأَنَّني في رسنِ

Standing me in chains

As if I were in idol

أَوراقُها أَستارُها

إِذا شدت في فَنَنِ

Its leaves are its curtains

If tightened in its arts