لَو كانَ بَدري بِحالي في هَواه داري

ما كنش دار العنان إِذ مَرَّ عَن داري

If my full moon was in the state of my love in its passion for my home

It would not have let the reins go as it passed by my home

يا حُب غافل رَقيبك وَالعَذول داري

وَاِجعَل رَسولك نَسيماً يُنعش الأَرواح

O heedless love, beware your watcher, and my home of separation

And make your messenger a breeze that revives the souls

مِن جَنة الوَجنة اللي وردها داري

From the garden of intimacy whose roses are my home