أَنّى تُطاوِلُني وَدوني بَسطَتا

جَدٍّ يُساعِدُني وَجَدٍّ يُسعِدُ

How dare you defy me when my power lies open before me

With resolve to aid me and joy to please me

ها قَد حَلَلتُ وَلِلتَقَلقُلِ غايَةٌ

في حَيثُ يُشرِقُ ثُمَّ يُشرِفُ مَقعَدُ

Behold, I am free to be calmly capricious

Where the sun rises then nobly takes seat

طُلتُ السَماءَ فَهَل سَمِعتَ بِحيلَةٍ

تَرقى بِها نَحوَ السَماءِ وَتَصعَدُ

I gazed at the sky, did you hear of a trick

To scale the high heavens and mount in ascent?

إِلزِم ثَراكَ وَغُضَّ طَرفَكَ ذِلَّةً

فَمَكانَتي أَنأى عَلَيكَ وَأَبعَدُ

Keep to your soil and cast down your eyes in meekness

For my station is far too high up for your ken

وَلَئِن طَرِبتُ وَقَد عَرَتني وَعكَةٌ

فَاللَيثُ يَبرُدُ وَالمُهَنَّدُ يُرعَدُ

If I’m troubled, though storms may assail me

The lion lies cooling, the sharp blade lies rusting