يا نُزهَةَ النَفسِ يا مُناها
ياقُرَّةَ العَينِ يا كَراها
O solace of the soul, O its delight
O delight of the eye, O its abhorrence
أَما تَرى لي رِضاكَ أَهلاً
وَهَذِهِ حالَتي تَراها
Do you not see that your acceptance is a family to me
And this is my condition you see
فَاِستَدرِكِ الفَضلَ يا أَباهُ
في رَمَقِ النَفسِ يا أَخاها
So make up for excellence, O father of it
In the twilight of the soul, O its brother
قَسَوتَ قَلباً وَلِنتَ عِطفاً
وَعِفتَ مِن تَمرَةٍ نَواها
You hardened a heart and softened compassion
And refrained from a date it intended