وَمالَكَ وَالإتعابَ نَفساً شَريفَةً

وَتَكليفَها في الدَهر ما لَيسَ يَعذُبُ

Why do you weary a noble soul,

And task it through life with trials untrue?

أَرِحها فَعن قُرب تلاقي حِمامَها

فَتَنعمُ في دارِ البَقا أَو تُعذَّبُ

Give it repose, let its own dove draw near,

To bask in the home it has won or to rue.