بِروحي جَميلٌ لا يُحاكى جَمالُهُ

لَقَد نَهَبَ الأَرواحَ ثمَّ النُّفوسا

My spirit has a beauty that cannot be matched

It has plundered souls and then minds

فَلَو أَنَّهُ أَعطى النُّجومَ جَمالَهُ

لَصِرنَ بُدوراً في السّما وَشُموسا

If it had given its beauty to the stars

They would have become full moons in the sky and suns