ويومٍ غَدَأ بارِداً جَوُّهُ

ويومٍ غَدَأ بارِداً جَوُّهُ

بَدَا رَعْدُه من هَواً يَبْرُدُ

بَدَا رَعْدُه من هَواً يَبْرُدُ

And a day whose air turned cold—

And a day that dawned with coldness in its air

Its thunder arose from a breeze growing cold.

Its thunder appeared from chilling winds

ترى لهبَ النارِ من بَرْدِهِ

ترى لهبَ النارِ من بَرْدِهِ

بكَانُونهِ أبَداً ترعُدُ

بكَانُونهِ أبَداً ترعُدُ

You see the fire's flame, from that day's cold,

You see the flames of fire shiver from its cold

In its brazier, forever shivering.

Thundering eternally with its kanun