سرْ يا عذولي نائياً

سرْ يا عذولي نائياً

عني فنارُك محرقهْ

عني فنارُك محرقهْ

Go, my reproacher, far away

Your secret, my distant beloved,

from me, for your fire is scorching.

your eyes are burning me.

حتام تلهو بالذي

حتام تلهو بالذي

عبراته متدفقه

عبراته متدفقه

How long will you toy with one

Surely you toy with him

whose tears are streaming?

whose flowing tears

لا زال في مدح البتو

لا زال في مدح البتو

ل مكرراً ما نمَّقه

ل مكرراً ما نمَّقه

May he never cease, in praise of the Virgin,

still praise your idol,

repeating what he has finely composed,

repeating what adorns it,

حتى يقول ممثِّلٌ

حتى يقول ممثِّلٌ

وافقَ شَنٌّ طَبَقه

وافقَ شَنٌّ طَبَقه

until one citing a proverb says:

until an actor says,

“Shann has found his match in Tabaqa.”

“Agreed, splendidly done!”