في مشرفٍ ليط ليّاق البلاط به

في مشرفٍ ليط ليّاق البلاط به

كانت بشاشته مهدى قرابينا

كانت بشاشته مهدى قرابينا

In a lofty building coated with paving mortar,

In a balcony overlooking the palace courtyard

its radiant face was a place for presenting offerings.

His cheerfulness was the cradle of our offerings

صوت النواقيسِ ما تفرّطه

صوت النواقيسِ ما تفرّطه

أيدي الجلادَي وجون ما يُغّفينا

أيدي الجلادَي وجون ما يُغّفينا

The sound of bells was never neglected

The sound of bells he did not miss

by the hands of sturdy men and dark ones; it would not let us doze.

The hands of executioners and wounds did not make us forget