يا مَن تَزَيَّنَتِ الرِيا

سَةُ حينَ أُلبِسَ ثَوبَها

O you who are adorned with hypocrisy

When it is dressed in its garb,

وَلَهُ يَدٌ يَئِسَ الغَما

مُ مِنَ أَن يُعارِضَ صَوبَها

And has a hand that despairs of reaching

To match its aim,

جاءَتكَ جامِدَةُ المُدا

مِ فَخُذ عَلَيها ذَوبَها

It has come to you rigid and frozen,

So take from it its melting.