يا نَفسُ إِنَّ الحَقَّ ديني

فَتَذَلَّلي ثُمَّ استَكيني

O soul, verily truth is my religion

So humble yourself and find tranquility

فَإِلى مَتى أَنا غافِلٌ

يا نَفسُ وَيحَكِ خَبِّريني

For how long will I remain heedless?

O soul, woe to you, tell me

وَإِلى مَتى أَنا مُمسِكٌ

بُخلاً بِما مَلَكَت يَميني

And for how long will I withhold

Stingily what my right hand possesses?

يا نَفسُ لا تَتَضايَقي

وَثِقي بِرَبِّكِ وَاستَعيني

O soul, do not feel distressed

And trust in your Lord, and seek help from Him

يا نَفسُ أَنتِ شَحيحَةٌ

وَالشُحُّ مِن ضُعفِ اليَقينِ

O soul, you are miserly

And miserliness is from weakness of certainty

يا نَفسُ توبي مِن مُؤا

خاةِ الأَخِ البَطِرِ البَطينِ

O soul, repent from the wrongdoing

Of betraying the brother with a tender heart

وَتَعَلَّقي بِمَعالِقِ ال

مَكروبِ ذي القَلبِ الحَزينِ

And hold fast to the causes of

The distressed one with a grieving heart

وَتَفَكَّري في المَوتِ أَح

ياناً لَعَلَّكِ أَن تَليني

And think of death sometimes

Perhaps you may become gentle

فَلَتَغشَيَنّي غَشيَةٌ

يَندى لِسَكرَتِها جَبيني

So a swoon will cover me

For which my forehead glistens from its intoxication

وَلَتُعوِلَنَّ المُعوِلا

تُ هُناكَ حَولي بِالرَنينِ

And the camel drivers will chant their song

Around me with echoes

وَلَتَجعَلَنّي بَعدَ خَل

قي طينَةً لَحِقَت بِطينِ

And after my demise make me

Clay that joins the clay

وَلَيَأتِيَنَّ عَلَيَّ تَح

تَ التُربِ حينٌ بَعدَ حينِ

And there will come upon me beneath the soil

A time after some time