غني يَا عَيشَ إِنَّ حِينَ تُغني

تَطرُدُ الأُذُنُ شَدوَ كُلَّ مُغَنِّ

Sing, O life, for when you sing

The ear casts out the song of every singer,

وَابرِزِى الوَجهَ إِنَّ ذَينِ شِفَاءٌ

وَمُنًى لِلمُحِبِّ والمُتَمَنِّي

And show your face, for in you is a cure

And an attainment for the lover and the wistful one.

غَيرَ أن لَيسَ لِى لَدَيكِ تَأنِّ

لَيتَ لِى حِينَ قُلتِ أنَّى تَأَنِّ

Except that I have with you no composure -

If only when you said "be patient" I could be patient!