وهات نستنطق الملاهي

من قبل أن ينطق الغراب

Let us make joy speak, before the crow speaks,

Guidance has no place between us,

ما للهدى بيننا مكان

مجلسنا في السماء موف

Our gathering in the sky is safe,

We shed blood when punishment was due,

بنا دما أوقت العقاب

وراحنا هذه عجوز

And we left, this old woman,

Whose winds were not youth,

لم ريحاتنا شباب

يديرها شادن مصوغ

It is run by a gilded young man,

With mercy in its midst and torment,

من رحمة وسطها عذاب

لي ألف باب إلى هواه

I have a thousand doors to his love,

And there is no door for patience from it.

وليس للصبر عنه باب