أَحِبْ يا دَيرَ مِزْمارِ

أَحِبْ يا دَيرَ مِزْمارِ

غَرِيْباً نازِحَ الدَّارِ

غَرِيْباً نازِحَ الدَّارِ

Love, O monastery of Mizmar,

O monastery of chanting, I love you

a stranger far from home.

A stranger displaced from home

فَقَدْ أَذْكَرْتَ أَوْطانِي

فَقَدْ أَذْكَرْتَ أَوْطانِي

وَقَدْ هَيَّجْتَ أَوْطارِي

وَقَدْ هَيَّجْتَ أَوْطارِي

For you have reminded me of my native lands,

For you have reminded me of my homelands

and stirred my longings.

And awakened my innermost thoughts

تَجافانِيَ مَنْ أَهْوَى

تَجافانِيَ مَنْ أَهْوَى

فَأْحشائِي عَلَى النَّارِ

فَأْحشائِي عَلَى النَّارِ

The one I love has shunned me,

Those I love shun me

so my entrails are on fire.

And my insides burn

فَما لِيْ بَعْدَهُ أَنْسٌ

فَما لِيْ بَعْدَهُ أَنْسٌ

سِوَى دَمْعِي وَتذْكارِي

سِوَى دَمْعِي وَتذْكارِي

So after him I have no solace

After them I find no comfort

save my tears and my remembrance.

Except my tears and remembrance

فَقالَ الدَّيُر كَمْ تَشْكُو

فَقالَ الدَّيُر كَمْ تَشْكُو

لَقَد أَحْرَقْتَ أَحْجارِي

لَقَد أَحْرَقْتَ أَحْجارِي

Then the monastery said: How much you complain!

The monastery said, how do you complain

Indeed, you have burned my stones,

When you have scorched my stones?

وَقَد أَبْكَيْتَنِي حُزْناً

وَقَد أَبْكَيْتَنِي حُزْناً

فَعَيْنِي ماؤُهَا جَارِ

فَعَيْنِي ماؤُهَا جَارِ

and made me weep with sorrow,

You made me sorrowful and weep

so the water of my eye is flowing.

My eyes overflowing

فَقُمْ نَشْكُ إِلَى موسى

فَقُمْ نَشْكُ إِلَى موسى

رَعاهُ اللَّهُ مِن جَارِ

رَعاهُ اللَّهُ مِن جَارِ

So rise; let us complain to Musa—

Rise, and complain to Moses

may God guard him as a neighbor—

Whom God protected from harm

إِلَى مَلْكٍ عَلى الأَمْلا

إِلَى مَلْكٍ عَلى الأَمْلا

كِ نَهَّاءٍ وَأَمَّارِ

كِ نَهَّاءٍ وَأَمَّارِ

to a king who, over kings,

To the king over realms

forbids and commands.

Of decisive and skilled leadership

لَهُ فِي مَعْرَكِ الهَيْجا

لَهُ فِي مَعْرَكِ الهَيْجا

ءِ بَطْشُ الأَسَدِ الضَّارِي

ءِ بَطْشُ الأَسَدِ الضَّارِي

In the arena of battle, his is

In the battle of struggle

the onslaught of the fierce lion,

He has the grip of a fierce lion

وَفِي ظُلْمَةِ خَطْبِ الدَّهْ

وَفِي ظُلْمَةِ خَطْبِ الدَّهْ

رِ وَجْهُ القَمَرِ السَّارِي

رِ وَجْهُ القَمَرِ السَّارِي

and in the darkness of time's calamity,

And in the darkness of fate

the face of the moon that travels by night.

The face of the rising moon

يَقولُ النَّاسُ إِذْ يَبْدُو

يَقولُ النَّاسُ إِذْ يَبْدُو

تَعالَى الخَالِقُ البَارِي

تَعالَى الخَالِقُ البَارِي

People say, when he appears:

When he appears people say

Exalted be the Creator, the Maker!

Exalted is the Creator