يَتَمادى بِهِ لَجاجُ النُفورِ

يَتَمادى بِهِ لَجاجُ النُفورِ

وَيُنافي الهَوى لَجاجُ الغُرورِ

وَيُنافي الهَوى لَجاجُ الغُرورِ

Obstinate aversion carries him to extremes,

Overreaches with stubborn unwillingness

And obstinate conceit is at odds with love.

And denies passion with stubborn delusion

لا تَقُل لي أَقوالُهُ طَيِّباتٌ

لا تَقُل لي أَقوالُهُ طَيِّباتٌ

إِنَّ أَقوالَهُ شُهودُ الزورِ

إِنَّ أَقوالَهُ شُهودُ الزورِ

Do not tell me his words are kind;

Do not tell me his words are good

Indeed, his words are false witnesses.

His words are false witnesses

فَعَلى الفِعلِ مِسحَةٌ مِن ظَلامٍ

فَعَلى الفِعلِ مِسحَةٌ مِن ظَلامٍ

وَعَلى القَولِ مِسحَةٌ مِن نورِ

وَعَلى القَولِ مِسحَةٌ مِن نورِ

For action bears a tinge of darkness,

So actions have a touch of darkness

And speech bears a tinge of light.

And words have a touch of light