مَولايَ عَزَّ فَلا يَهونُ

وَقَسا عَلَيَّ فَما يَلينُ

My Master! Mighty, he does not relent

My master has grown mighty, so he is not easily humbled,

And harsh to me, he does not soften

And he has been harsh with me, refusing to soften.

حُيِّيتَ لي مِن مُبغِضٍ

فَعَلَيكَ رَبّي أَستَعينُ

You have revived in me a hater

May you be preserved for me, even as one who loathes me,

So my Lord, on You I depend

For I seek the aid of my Lord in enduring you.

يا مَن حَديثي حَيثُ كُن

تُ بِوَصفِهِ أَبَداً يَكونُ

O You who hears my talk wherever

O you, about whom my conversation—wherever I am—

You are with it forever spoken

Is eternally devoted to describing his charms,

حَتّى يُقالَ فَكَم إِذَن

ماذا هَوى هَذا جُنونُ

Until it's said how then

Until people ask, 'How much more, then?'

Is this madness bespoken

'What passion is this? This is sheer madness!'

ظَبيٌ عَلَيهِ مَلاحَةٌ

عُنِيَت بِطَلعَتِهِ العُيونُ

A gazelle, hunted ceaselessly

A gazelle possessed of such exquisite grace,

Eyes attracted by his beauty

That all eyes are captivated by his appearance.

سَبَقَ القَضاءُ لِحُسنِهِ

أَلّا يَكونَ لَهُ قَرينُ

Fate has ordained for his fairness

Divine decree has foreordained regarding his beauty,

He shall have no equal, surely

That there shall never be an equal unto him.