حواسُكِ يا بتولةُ مرتضيَّهْ

حواسُكِ يا بتولةُ مرتضيَّهْ

بأفكارٍ مقدسةٍ رضيهْ

بأفكارٍ مقدسةٍ رضيهْ

Your senses, O Virgin, are content

Your senses, o chaste maiden, are devoted

With holy, pleasing thoughts.

To sacred thoughts that please Him

فمنظرك الرفيع لنحو مولىً

فمنظرك الرفيع لنحو مولىً

أتى منك الخلاص إلى البريه

أتى منك الخلاص إلى البريه

So your lofty gaze turns toward the Lord;

For your noble appearance towards the Master

From you, salvation came to creation.

Brought salvation to mankind from you

ومَسمعُك المصيخ بكل شوقٍ

ومَسمعُك المصيخ بكل شوقٍ

إلى ربٍّ دعاك يا تقيه

إلى ربٍّ دعاك يا تقيه

And your ear listens intently, full of longing,

And your consecrated hearing, with all longing

To the Lord who called you, O devout one.

To the Lord who called you, o virtuous one

ومنطقك المرتِّل في الليالي

ومنطقك المرتِّل في الليالي

تسابيحُ الملائكة العليه

تسابيحُ الملائكة العليه

And your voice chants through the nights

And your murmuring speech in the nights

The exalted hymns of the angels.

Is the praise of the exalted angels

وملمسُك المقدَّس مذ حَمَلتِ

وملمسُك المقدَّس مذ حَمَلتِ

مسيح اللَه كِلْمتَه الخيفه

مسيح اللَه كِلْمتَه الخيفه

And your touch has been holy since you carried

And your consecrated touch since you carried

God's Messiah, His awe-inspiring Word.

Christ the Word of God in womb meek

مَشَمُّ الحس منك عاد عطْراً

مَشَمُّ الحس منك عاد عطْراً

إلهياً بأنفاسٍ ذكيه

إلهياً بأنفاسٍ ذكيه

Your sense of smell became a perfume,

The smelling sense from you returned a perfume

Divine, with fragrant breaths.

Divine with wise breaths