سيعيشُ في همٍّ ويشقى دائماً

سيعيشُ في همٍّ ويشقى دائماً

من عاشَ مشغولاً بهمِّ النَّاسِ

من عاشَ مشغولاً بهمِّ النَّاسِ

He will live in worry and suffer constantly—

He who lives concerned with people's worries

Whoever lives preoccupied with people's cares.

Will always live in sorrow and misery

فعلامَ يا نفسي افتتانُك بالورى

فعلامَ يا نفسي افتتانُك بالورى

وهمو القساةُ على الأبرِّ الآسى

وهمو القساةُ على الأبرِّ الآسى

So why, O my soul, are you fascinated by humankind,

Why, my soul, are you infatuated with people

When they are cruel to the most benevolent healer?

When the merciless ones are callous to the most gentle

العشبُ يَلثمُ أرضَه بِوفائه

العشبُ يَلثمُ أرضَه بِوفائه

وهمو الجناةُ على هوىً ومواسى

وهمو الجناةُ على هوىً ومواسى

The grass kisses its earth in faithful devotion,

The grass kisses the ground with its loyalty

Yet they wrong love and the one who consoles.

While the ungrateful ones forget favors and pleasures

فأجابت النفسُ التي لم ترتدع

فأجابت النفسُ التي لم ترتدع

يوماً وإن يرشَد حليفُ الكاسِ

يوماً وإن يرشَد حليفُ الكاسِ

Then replied the soul that had never been deterred,

So the soul that has never refrained

Not for a single day, though the cup's companion might come to his senses:

Even when the drinking companion gives advice

أنا بعضُ هذا النَّاسِ كيفَ أعافهم

أنا بعضُ هذا النَّاسِ كيفَ أعافهم

وجميعُ إحساسٍ بهم إحساسي

وجميعُ إحساسٍ بهم إحساسي

I am part of these people—how can I loathe them?

I am part of these people, how can I shun them

And every feeling within them is my own.

When all of my feelings are feelings for them