يا ليلة العيد ما لقيت بها

يا ليلة العيد ما لقيت بها

إلا تباريح حظي النكد

إلا تباريح حظي النكد

O night of the feast, I found in you nothing

O festival night, I found in it

but the torments of my wretched fortune.

Only the misfortunes of my ill-fated luck

سهرتها كلها على مضض

سهرتها كلها على مضض

سهرتها والداً على ولد

سهرتها والداً على ولد

I stayed awake through all of it, in anguish;

I stayed up all night long reluctantly

I stayed awake through it, a father watching over his child.

I stayed up grieving for my son

الا تراني ومي باكية

الا تراني ومي باكية

أكاد انعي لامها جلدي

أكاد انعي لامها جلدي

Do you not see me, while May is weeping?

Don't you see me crying

I almost announce my fortitude's death to her mother.

I almost peel off my own skin out of sorrow

تبكي ولم أدرِ اين موجعها

تبكي ولم أدرِ اين موجعها

أقول يا مي يا ابنتي اتئدي

أقول يا مي يا ابنتي اتئدي

She weeps, and I do not know where her pain lies.

She cries and I don't know what hurts her

I say: O May, O my daughter, be calm.

I say, oh Mayya, oh my daughter, are you alright?

يا ميُّ جفت مدامعي فدعي

يا ميُّ جفت مدامعي فدعي

في مقلتي دمعة ليوم غدِ

في مقلتي دمعة ليوم غدِ

O May, my tear ducts have run dry; so leave

Oh Mayya, my tears have dried up, leave me be

in my eye a tear for tomorrow.

In my eyelids remains a tear for tomorrow

اللَه لي بعد أن غدوتُ أباً

اللَه لي بعد أن غدوتُ أباً

جعلت روحي في المهد مع ولدي

جعلت روحي في المهد مع ولدي

God is my help, now that I have become a father;

Oh God, after I became a father

I have placed my soul in the cradle with my child.

I made my soul in the cradle with my son

يا عيد لبنان اين ماذا اخذت

يا عيد لبنان اين ماذا اخذت

نفسيَ من طيب نفحك البرد

نفسيَ من طيب نفحك البرد

O feast of Lebanon, where are you? What has been taken

Oh Lebanon's holiday, what have you taken

by my soul from the sweetness of your cool breath?

From the goodness of your cool breeze?

عذراً فإن الزمان يشغلني

عذراً فإن الزمان يشغلني

بطفلتي اليوم عنك يا بلدي

بطفلتي اليوم عنك يا بلدي

Forgive me, for time keeps me occupied

Sorry, for time preoccupies me

with my little girl today, away from you, O my homeland.

With my little girl today from you, my country

رباه إن الطريق قد وعرت

رباه إن الطريق قد وعرت

رباه ظهري انحنى فخذُ بيدي

رباه ظهري انحنى فخذُ بيدي

O my Lord, the road has indeed grown rough;

My Lord, the road has become difficult

O my Lord, my back is bowed; so take me by the hand.

My Lord, my back is bent so take my hand

ما الشيب في هامة يكللها

ما الشيب في هامة يكللها

الشيب شيبُ الفؤاد والكبد

الشيب شيبُ الفؤاد والكبد

Grayness is not what crowns a head;

What is this white hair crowning my head?

grayness is the graying of the heart and liver.

White hair is the white hair of the heart and liver