بِرَجاءِ جودِكَ يُطرَدُ الفَقرُ

وَبِأَن تُعادى يَنفَدُ العُمرُ

By your generous grace, poverty is banished

By hope of your bounty, poverty is driven away,

And by your enmity, life itself runs out

And in your enmity, life’s span is cut short.

فَخَرَ الزُجاجُ بِأَن شَرِبتَ بِهِ

وَزَرَت عَلى مَن عافَها الخَمرُ

So the glass fell because you drank from it

The glass took pride that you drank from its brim,

And you excused the one whom wine had overcome

While the wine rebuked the one who shunned it.

وَسَلِمتَ مِنها وَهيَ تُسكِرُنا

حَتّى كَأَنَّكَ هابَكَ السُكرُ

You remained sober though it intoxicated us

You remained safe from it while it conquered our wits,

As if drunkenness itself had abandoned you

As though intoxication itself stood in awe of you.

ما يُرتَجى أَحَدٌ لِمَكرُمَةٍ

إِلّا الإِلَهُ وَأَنتَ يا بَدرُ

No one hopes for an act of generosity

No one is besought for the granting of grace,

Except God, and you, O full moon

Save for the Lord God and you, O Badr.