يَقولُ لِيَ الحَدّادُ وَهوَ يَقودُني

يَقولُ لِيَ الحَدّادُ وَهوَ يَقودُني

إِلى السِجنِ لا تَجزَع فَما بِكَ مِن باسِ

إِلى السِجنِ لا تَجزَع فَما بِكَ مِن باسِ

The jailer says to me as he leads me

The blacksmith says to me as he leads me

To prison: “Do not be alarmed, for you face no harm.”

To prison, “Do not grieve, you’ve done no wrong,”

وَتَترُكُ عُذري وَهوَ أَضحى مِنَ الشَمسِ

وَتَترُكُ عُذري وَهوَ أَضحى مِنَ الشَمسِ

And you disregard my defense, though it is clearer than the sun.

Yet he ignores my plea though clear as day