وَشادٍ يُشَتِّتُ شَملَ الطَرَب

وَشادٍ يُشَتِّتُ شَملَ الطَرَب

يُميتُ السُرورَ وَيُحيي الكُرَب

يُميتُ السُرورَ وَيُحيي الكُرَب

And a singer who scatters joy’s gathering,

A tyrant who shatters the unity of joy

Who kills happiness and brings sorrows to life,

Kills delight and revives sorrow

بِوَجهٍ يُبيدُ إِذا ما بَدا

بِوَجهٍ يُبيدُ إِذا ما بَدا

وَكَفٍّ تَضُرَّ إِذا ما ضَرَب

وَكَفٍّ تَضُرَّ إِذا ما ضَرَب

With a face that destroys whenever it appears,

With a face that destroys when it appears

And a hand that harms whenever he strikes.

And a palm that hurts when it strikes

شَدا فَغَدا كُلُّ قَلبٍ بِهِ

شَدا فَغَدا كُلُّ قَلبٍ بِهِ

قَليلَ النَصيبِ كَثيرَ النَصَب

قَليلَ النَصيبِ كَثيرَ النَصَب

He sang, and because of him every heart became

He became severe so every heart because of him

Scant in fortune, abundant in weariness.

Has little fortune and ample adversity

تَغَنّى فَعَنّى قُلوبَ الرِفاقِ

تَغَنّى فَعَنّى قُلوبَ الرِفاقِ

وَماسَ فَمَسَّ القُلوبَ العَطَب

وَماسَ فَمَسَّ القُلوبَ العَطَب

He sang, and tormented his companions’ hearts,

He sang so he captivated the hearts of friends

And he swayed, and ruin touched the hearts.

And touched so he hurt longing hearts