أَيُّها البَدرُ الَّذي

يَملَأُ عَينَي مَن تَأَمَّل

O moon that fills

the eyes of whoever contemplates,

حُمِّلَ القَلبُ تَباريحَ ال

تَجَنّي فَتَحَمَّل

My heart is burdened with sadness that will not

cease, so bear with me.

لَيسَ لي صَبرٌ جَميلٌ

غَيرَ أَنّي أَتَجَمَّل

I have no beautiful patience

except that I pretend.

ثُمَّ لا يَأسَ فَكَم قَد

نيلَ أَمرٌ لَم يُؤَمَّل

Then there is no despair, for how often

is a thing attained that was not hoped for.