وَلي صَغِيرانِ أَعْرَى مِن سُيُوف وَغىً

في كَفِّ ذِي حَنَقٍ قَد حَثَّهُ النَّارُ

I have two small children, vulnerable to the swords of war

In the grip of an angry man, inflamed by fire

كَسَوْتَني وَكَسَوْتَ العِرْسَ أُمَّهُما

بَيضاءَ تُشرِقُ فيها مِنكَ أَنْوارُ

You clothed me and the bride, their mother

In radiant white, illuminated by your light

عَمَّتْ بِفَضْلِكَ مَن في الدّارِ أَجمَعَهمْ

حتىَّ تَناوَلَ مِنها حَظَّهُ الجَارُ

Your grace has spread through all in this house

Even the neighbor has received his share