ربَّ بقيعٍ طامسِ المنهاجِ
رضيعِ كلِّ أوطفٍ ثجّاجِ
Lord of a graveyard where the path is obscured
An infant for every affectionate bosom
حَبابُهُ كالنَّفخِ في الزُّجاجِ
His sobs are like blowing into glass
ربَّ بقيعٍ طامسِ المنهاجِ
رضيعِ كلِّ أوطفٍ ثجّاجِ
Lord of a graveyard where the path is obscured
An infant for every affectionate bosom
حَبابُهُ كالنَّفخِ في الزُّجاجِ
His sobs are like blowing into glass