أَنتَ غُصنٌ وَلَم يُمِلْكَ كَلامي

أَنتَ غُصنٌ وَلَم يُمِلْكَ كَلامي

بِاِلتِفاتٍ إِليّ مَاذا يُميلُكْ

بِاِلتِفاتٍ إِليّ مَاذا يُميلُكْ

You are a branch, yet my words have not swayed you.

You are a branch and my speech does not have power over you

What will sway you to turn toward me?

With turning to me, what can make you incline?

وَكَلامي يا غُصنُ عِندَك ريحٌ

وَكَلامي يا غُصنُ عِندَك ريحٌ

فَلِماذا يا غُصن لا يَستَميلُك

فَلِماذا يا غُصن لا يَستَميلُك

And my words, O branch, are wind to you.

And my speech, O branch, is to you just wind

Then why, O branch, do they not sway you?

So why, O branch, does it not attract you?