1. يا نَفسُ هَذا مَنزِلُ الأَحبابِ

    فَاِنسَي عَذابَكِ في النَوى وَعَذابي

    O soul, this is the home of loved ones.

    So forget your torment in separation, and mine.

  2. وَتَهَلَّلي كَالفَجرِ في هَذا الحِمى

    وَتَأَلَّقي كَالخَمرِ في الأَكوابِ

    And brighten like dawn in this sanctuary,

    and sparkle like wine in the cups.

  3. وَلتَمسَحِ البُشرى دُموعَكِ مِثلَما

    يَمحو الصَباحُ نَدىً عَنِ الأَعشابِ

    And let glad tidings wipe away your tears, just as

    morning wipes dew from the grasses.

  4. وَاِستَرجِعي عَهدَ البَشاشَةِ وَالرِضى

    فَالدَهرُ عادَ تَضاحُكاً وَتَصابي

    And regain the days of cheerfulness and contentment,

    for time has returned to laughter and youthful play.

  5. أَنا بَينَ أَصحابي الَّذينَ أُحِبُّهُم

    ما أَجمَلَ الدُنيا مَعَ الأَصحابِ

    I am among my friends, whom I love.

    How beautiful the world is with friends!

  6. قَد كُنتُ مِثلَ الطائِرِ المَحبوسِ في

    قَفَصٍ وَمِثلَ النَجمِ خَلفَ ضَبابِ

    I was once like a bird imprisoned in

    a cage, and like a star behind mist.

  7. يَمتَدُّ في جُنحِ الظَلامِ تَأَوُّهي

    وَيَطولُ في أُذنِ الزَمانِ عِتابي

    My moaning stretches under the cover of darkness,

    and my reproach lingers in the ear of time.

  8. وَأَهُزُّ أَقلامي فَتَرشَحُ حِدَّةً

    وَأَسى وَيَندى بِالدُموعِ كِتابي

    And I shake my pens, so they ooze bitterness

    and sorrow, and my writing grows wet with tears.

  9. حَتّى لَقيتَكُمُ فَبِتُّ كَأَنَّني

    لِمَسَرَّتي اِستَرجَعتُ عَصرَ شَبابي

    Until I met you, and became as though I

    had, to my delight, regained the days of my youth.

  10. لَيسَ التَعَبُّدُ أَن تَبيتَ عَلى الطَوى

    وَتَروحَ في خِرَقٍ مِنَ الأَثوابِ

    Devotion is not spending the night hungry

    and going about in rags of clothing;

  11. لَكِنَّهُ إِنقاظُ نَفسِ مُعَذَّبٍ

    مِن رِبقَةِ الآلامِ وَالأَوصابِ

    rather, it is rescuing a tormented soul

    from the yoke of pain and affliction.

  12. لَيسَ التَعَبُّدُ عُزلَةً وَتَنَسُّكاً

    في الدَيرِ أَو في القَفرِ أَو في الغابِ

    Devotion is not seclusion and asceticism

    in a monastery, or the wilderness, or the forest;

  13. لَكِنَّهُ ضَبطُ الهَوى في عالَمٍ

    فيهِ الغِوايَةُ جَمَّةُ الأَسبابِ

    rather, it is restraining desire in a world

    where temptation has many sources,

  14. وَحَبائِلُ الشَيطانِ في جَنَباتِهِ

    وَالمالُ فيهِ أَعظَمُ الأَربابِ

    and Satan's snares lie throughout its reaches,

    and wealth there is the greatest of gods.

  15. هَذا هُوَ الرَأيُ الصَوابُ وَغَيرُهُ

    مَهما حَلا لِلناسِ غَيرُ صَوابِ

    This is the sound view; any other,

    however sweet it is to people, is unsound.