If I say nenni, will s/he will sleep?
I piled up roses upon him/her
Will my little one ever thrive?
Nenni, nenni my lamb, nenni
Baby's crib is made from pine tree
It fell and rolled down from the rooftop
His/her father is coming from Damascus
Nenni, nenni my lamb, nenni
I couldn't get through forests
I couldn't find my little one
I was not enough for her/him
Nenni, nenni my lamb, nenni
I have washed my baby
Then put her/him in on the rose branch
Now I have lost my hope
Nenni, nenni my lamb, nenni