سَلِّ الْهُمُومَ بِتَوْشِيحِي وَأَشْعَارِي

إِنَّ الْمَسَرَّةَ فِي تَزْيِينِ أَوْتَارِي

Unburden your worries with my poems and songs

Soothe your sorrows with my tawshih and my poetry,

For my joy lies in plucking the strings of my lute

For true delight lies in the embellishment of my strings.

فَسَطْعَتِي تُنْشِدُ السُّلْوَانَ مَايَتُهَا

وَرَمْلُهَا يَطْلُبُ الْحُزْنَ بِأَوْتَارِي

My radiance sings of the nightingale's longing

Through my radiant notes, the Maya mode sings of solace,

While my verses seek sorrow in the chords

While the Raml mode calls forth sorrow upon my strings.