مَضى ما كانَ قَبلُ مِنَ الدَعارَه

مَضى ما كانَ قَبلُ مِنَ الدَعارَه

فَبانَ وَأُطفِئَت تِلكَ الحَرارَه

فَبانَ وَأُطفِئَت تِلكَ الحَرارَه

The debauchery of former days has passed;

The wantonness of the past has passed away,

so it departed, and that heat was quenched.

And that passion has been extinguished and faded.

وَأَصبَحَ وَجهُكَ المَعشوقُ عَفّى

وَأَصبَحَ وَجهُكَ المَعشوقُ عَفّى

عَلى ديباجِهِ بُردُ الإِجارَه

عَلى ديباجِهِ بُردُ الإِجارَه

And now your beloved face has lost

Your adored face became chaste

its brocade to the cloak of hire.

Like the coolness of silk on Damascene brocade.

وَكانَ أَرَقَّ وَجهٍ ثُمَّ أَضحى

وَكانَ أَرَقَّ وَجهٍ ثُمَّ أَضحى

يَكادُ بِأَن تُرَصَّ بِهِ الحِجارَه

يَكادُ بِأَن تُرَصَّ بِهِ الحِجارَه

And it was the most delicate of faces; then it became

It was the most radiant of faces, but now

one with which stones could almost be tamped into place.

It is as though about to be pelted with stones.

وَهَل يَبقى لِثَوبِ الصِدقِ ماءٌ

وَهَل يَبقى لِثَوبِ الصِدقِ ماءٌ

إِذا أَدمَنتَ فيهِ عَلى القَصارَه

إِذا أَدمَنتَ فيهِ عَلى القَصارَه

And can the garment of truth retain any luster

Can the water of sincerity remain

if you keep on bleaching it?

When you persist in turbid gatherings?

تَجَرتَ بِعَينِ ظَهرِكَ مُستَعيناً

تَجَرتَ بِعَينِ ظَهرِكَ مُستَعيناً

بِأَثوابِ البَطالَةِ وَالخَسارَه

بِأَثوابِ البَطالَةِ وَالخَسارَه

You traded with the 'eye' of your back, relying

You make your living by the labor of your back

on the garments of idleness and loss.

In the garb of idleness and loss.

فَأَنتَ أَحَقُّ خَلقِ اللَهِ أَلّا

فَأَنتَ أَحَقُّ خَلقِ اللَهِ أَلّا

تَضيعَ مَعَ الكِتابَةِ وَالتِجارَه

تَضيعَ مَعَ الكِتابَةِ وَالتِجارَه

So you, of all God's creatures, most deserve not

You, more worthy than anyone, should not

to come to ruin while writing and trading.

Squander yourself amid writing and trade.