1. My soul, protect yourself from harm, O my soul
You are nothing but the radiance of the sun

2. So why do you boast, when it has risen
And people point to it with outstretched fingers

3. Does its radiance envy you
Among the jinn and humankind?

4. Or why was it eclipsed when it saw
My eyes from your face at the wedding?

5. If there was no one but me, then it would not be
Yellow amidst the yellow myrtle

6. Nor would it obey the emaciation that
Made it hide from the senses

7. O you who clothe me in a garment of sickness that
I think will not wear out from wearing

8. You seem to be from the Garden of Holiness but
You are nothing but the Garden of Holiness