تُطَالِبُني نَفْسِي بما فيه صَوْنُها

فأَعْصِي ويَسْطُو شَوْقُها فأُطِيْعُها

My soul demands I guard it well

I disobey, yet its yearning makes me yield

ووالله ما يَخْفَى عليَّ ضلالُها

ولكنها تَهْوَى فلا أَسْتَطِيْعُها

By God, I know its ways can lead astray

But still it longs, and I cannot resist