سَآلَفُهَا إلفَ العَتِيقِ كِتَابَهُ

سَآلَفُهَا إلفَ العَتِيقِ كِتَابَهُ

وَلاَ أشتَهِي وِرداً سِوَاهَأ إلَى الحَشرِ

وَلاَ أشتَهِي وِرداً سِوَاهَأ إلَى الحَشرِ

I shall cherish her as a freed slave cherishes his writ of freedom,

Its eloquence is that of an ancient book

And I desire no draught but her until the Resurrection.

And I desire no rose but it until the day we are gathered