سَيِّدُنَا لاَ يَنِي حَتَّى
يُنَا نَي فِيهِ حَلاوَه
Our master does not sleep
Until he finds in it sweetness
كَالفَأسِ لا يَستَجِدُّ قَطعاً
إلاَّ وَفي عَينِهِ هِرَاوَه
Like an axe that never ceases cutting
Except in his eyes there is gentleness
سَيِّدُنَا لاَ يَنِي حَتَّى
يُنَا نَي فِيهِ حَلاوَه
Our master does not sleep
Until he finds in it sweetness
كَالفَأسِ لا يَستَجِدُّ قَطعاً
إلاَّ وَفي عَينِهِ هِرَاوَه
Like an axe that never ceases cutting
Except in his eyes there is gentleness