يَا رُبَّ بَيْضَاءَ مِنَ الْجَوَارِي

جَاءَتْ بِطِفْلٍ أَسْوَدٍ كَالْقَارِ

O Lord, a fair maid of noble race

Bore a child as black as coal in place;

أَخْرَجَهُ مِنْ لُجَّةِ الأَنْوَارِ

مَنْ أَخْرَجَ اللَّيْلَ مِنَ النَّهارِ

From out the sunshine he was brought to be,

He who brought night out of light's company;

سُبْحَانَهُ مِنْ فَاعِلٍ مُخْتَارِ

Glory to Him, th'Almighty Artisan!