وللّه ظي غدا قدُّهُ

وللّه ظي غدا قدُّهُ

يجورُ بعدل وعنّي يميلُ

يجورُ بعدل وعنّي يميلُ

By God, a [gazelle?] whose figure has come

God's shadow tomorrow extends

to be unjust with justice and turn away from me.

With justice it sways and care it tends

فواجُبُ حبّي لهُ ما استحال

فواجُبُ حبّي لهُ ما استحال

عليه وهل واجبٌ يستحيلُ

عليه وهل واجبٌ يستحيلُ

So my binding love for him has not changed

My love for Him is duty bound

toward him—and can what is necessary become impossible?

Impossible? What duty is not sound?