أَيا مَن وَجهُهُ الداحُ

وَفي مِئزَرِهِ الماحُ

O you whose face is the radiant moon,

And in whose garment lies the sun,

وَمَن سُقيا ثَناياهُ

إِذا اِستَسقَيتَهُ الراحُ

Whose mouth yields a nectar,

Which is wine, whenever you ask to drink.

وَيا مَن هُوَ تُفّاحٌ

إِذا لَم يَكُ تُفّاحُ

O you who are the apple's fruit,

When no apples can be found.

أَما لي مِنكَ يا ظالِ

مُ إِلّا الآءُ وَالآحُ

Have I no share from you, O tyrant,

Except for bitterness and sighs?

وَلَحظٌ صائِبُ الأَسهُ

مِ لِلمُهجَةِ جَرّاحُ

And a glance whose arrows strike true,

Inflicting wounds upon the soul?

أَما حانَ بَلى قَد حا

نَ لَو أَنَّكَ تَرتاحُ

Has the time not come? Yes, it has arrived,

If only you would grant relief.

وَلَكِنَّكَ إِنسانٌ

بِما أَكرَهُ مَزّاحُ

But you are a person,

Who makes a joke of what I loathe.