لَكِ يا مَي أَنْ تَتِيهِي كَمَا شِئْتِ

لَكِ يا مَي أَنْ تَتِيهِي كَمَا شِئْتِ

وَلَكِنْ تَرَفَّعِي فِي الدَّلاَلِ

وَلَكِنْ تَرَفَّعِي فِي الدَّلاَلِ

You may, O May, be as proud as you wish,

You may roam as you wish

but remain dignified in your coquetry.

Yet rise above vanity

مَا الذِي تَحْمِلُ القُلُوبُ وَقَدْ زِدْتِ

مَا الذِي تَحْمِلُ القُلُوبُ وَقَدْ زِدْتِ

بِسُحْرِ الغِنَاءِ سِحْرَ الجَّمَالِ

بِسُحْرِ الغِنَاءِ سِحْرَ الجَّمَالِ

What can hearts endure, now that you have heightened

What do hearts carry, now that you have

the magic of beauty with the magic of song?

Added with the magic of song, magic of beauty