قد ناحَ ميخائيلُ نحاسٍ على

قد ناحَ ميخائيلُ نحاسٍ على

انطونَ لكنْ يا لِطولِ نُواحِهِ

انطونَ لكنْ يا لِطولِ نُواحِهِ

Michael Nahhas has mourned for

Michael's copper lute lamented over

Anton—but oh, how long his lament!

The prolonged wailing tunes

غَدَرَ الزَّمانُ بهِ غُلاماً يافعاً

غَدَرَ الزَّمانُ بهِ غُلاماً يافعاً

جَرَحَ الفؤادَ ولا دَوا لجِراحِهِ

جَرَحَ الفؤادَ ولا دَوا لجِراحِهِ

Time betrayed him, a boy coming of age;

Fate betrayed him, a blossoming youth

It wounded the heart, and there is no cure for its wounds.

Wounding his heart with incurable wounds

من حِضنِ ميخائيلَ فرَّ فباتَ في

من حِضنِ ميخائيلَ فرَّ فباتَ في

أوجِ النَّعيمِ لأجل فَرْطِ صَلاحِهِ

أوجِ النَّعيمِ لأجل فَرْطِ صَلاحِهِ

From Michael's embrace he fled, and came to dwell in

From Michael's embrace he fled and spent the night

The heights of bliss, for his surpassing righteousness.

In the bosom of bliss, due to his excessive righteousness

وهُناكَ ميخائيلُ مِن خَطَر القَضَا

وهُناكَ ميخائيلُ مِن خَطَر القَضَا

أرِّخْ حَماهُ تحتَ ظِلِّ جَناحِهِ

أرِّخْ حَماهُ تحتَ ظِلِّ جَناحِهِ

And there Michael, from the peril of fate—

And there Michael protected him from the danger of fate

Record the date—sheltered him beneath the shadow of his wing.

Sheltering him under the shade of his wings