يا نِساءَ الحَيِّ عُدنَنِيَه

يا نِساءَ الحَيِّ عُدنَنِيَه

حَجَبوا عَنّي مُعَذِّبِيَه

حَجَبوا عَنّي مُعَذِّبِيَه

O women of the quarter, come visit me.

O women of the neighborhood, return to me

They have hidden my tormentor from me.

My tormentors have cut me off from you

رَشَأٌ كَالبَدرِ طَلعَتُهُ

رَشَأٌ كَالبَدرِ طَلعَتُهُ

لَو سَقاني سُمَّ ساعَتِيَه

لَو سَقاني سُمَّ ساعَتِيَه

A young gazelle, his countenance like the full moon.

A face like the rising moon is his appearance

Were he to give me the poison of my hour to drink,

If he would give me poison for one hour

لَم أَقُل إِنّي سَكِرتُ وَلا

لَم أَقُل إِنّي سَكِرتُ وَلا

إِنَّ ما أَهواهُ مِلَّتِيَه

إِنَّ ما أَهواهُ مِلَّتِيَه

I would not say that I was drunk, nor

I would not say that I was drunk, nor

That what I adore is my creed.

Would I say that what I desire is my religion

مَن مُجيري مِن هَوى قَمَرٍ

مَن مُجيري مِن هَوى قَمَرٍ

قَد مَلا ناراً حُشاشَتِيَه

قَد مَلا ناراً حُشاشَتِيَه

Who will shield me from love of a moon

Who will save me from love of a moon

That has filled my last spark of life with fire?

Who has filled my heart with fire?

فَهوَ حَجّي وَهوَ مُعتَمَري

فَهوَ حَجّي وَهوَ مُعتَمَري

وَهوَ فَرضي وَهوَ سُنَّتِيَه

وَهوَ فَرضي وَهوَ سُنَّتِيَه

For he is my pilgrimage and my lesser pilgrimage,

He is my pilgrimage, he is my lesser pilgrimage

And he is my religious duty and my tradition,

He is my religious duty, he is my tradition

وَهوَ ديني وَهوَ آخِرَتي

وَهوَ ديني وَهوَ آخِرَتي

وَهَو ناري وَهوَ جَنَّتِيَه

وَهَو ناري وَهوَ جَنَّتِيَه

And he is my faith and my hereafter,

He is my religion, he is my hereafter

And he is my fire and my paradise.

He is my hellfire, and he is my paradise

أَمَّتي مِن عَظمِ مَعرِفَتي

أَمَّتي مِن عَظمِ مَعرِفَتي

وَجِراحي مِن جَوارِحِيَه

وَجِراحي مِن جَوارِحِيَه

My head wound comes from the bone of my knowledge,

My nation knows from my great passion

And my wounds come from my own limbs.

And my wounds are from my own limbs