وَمُغَنٍّ بَارِدِ النَّغْ

مَةِ مُخْتَلِّ اليَدَيْنِ

A bard with a chilling melody, hands moving fast

No one has seen him twice in the homes of a people

مَا رَآهُ أَحَدٌّ فِي

دَارِ قَوْمٍ مَرَّتَيْنِ

His proximity more profitable for souls

Than a morning between us

قُرْبُهُ أَقْطَعُ لِلَّذَّ

اتِ مِنْ صُبْحَةِ بَيْنِ