يُنشدني أشعارهَ دائبا

يُنشدني أشعارهَ دائبا

وشعرهُ من طِيبهِ متعَه

وشعرهُ من طِيبهِ متعَه

He ceaselessly recites his poems to me.

He recites his poems to me always

And his poetry, for its sweetness, is a delight.

And his poetry is sweet to my ear

أضحكُ منه عند إنشادهِ

أضحكُ منه عند إنشادهِ

لأنّه ينطِقُ مِن قَرعَه

لأنّه ينطِقُ مِن قَرعَه

I laugh at him as he recites,

I laugh when he recites

Because he speaks out of a gourd.

Because he speaks sincerely from his heart