لم يفه يا ذا الوجه فمُ

بك لولا أنني العدمُ

You do not comprehend, O one with the face, my weeping

Were it not for the fact that I am nothingness

فالتفت وانظر لأصلك لا

تفتخر يلحق بك الندم

So turn and look to your origin, do not

Boast, for you will be struck with regret

إن ربي عند قدرته

تستوي الأنوار والظلم

Verily my Lord, with His power

Light and darkness are equal

وعطاياه بلا علل

وكذا الحرمان والنعم

And His gifts are without rationale

As is deprivation and bounty

ما استحق المرءُ مرتبة

هو فيها أيها الفهم

No person deserves his station

Therein, O you who comprehend

ما اقتضت نفس عطيَّتها

بل عطاياه لنا كرم

No self earns its provision

Rather, His gifts to us are generosity

ما اقتضى القبح القبيح ولا

يقتضي الحرمان منحرم

Neither does vileness necessitate the ugly

Nor does deprivation necessitate one forbidden

بل بمحض الإختيار على

كل ذي رأس له قدم

Rather, by pure choice, over

Every one with a head and foot

وجميعاً أسر قبضته

منعمٌ طوراً ومنتقم

And all are captives of His grip

One granted bounty at times, and one avenged another time