يا رَبَّةَ الوَجهِ الجَميلِ

وَالخالِ في الخَدِّ الأَسيلِ

Oh mistress of the beautiful face,

And the beauty mark upon a smooth, soft cheek,

جودي وَلَو بِكُدادِ ما

تَسخو بِهِ نَفسُ البَخيلِ

Be generous, even with the mere scraps that

The soul of a miser might concede,

بِقَليلِ نَيلِكِ إِنَّما

يَنمو الكَثيرُ مِنَ القَليلِ

For with just a little of your giving,

Much abundance grows from the very little.

اللَهُ خَلَّصَني وَرَأ

يُ الفَضلِ مِن حَلَقِ الكُبولِ

God has delivered me, and the judgment

Of Al-Fadl has freed me from the rings of shackles,

وَأَقالَ مِن عَنَتِ الزَما

نِ وَقَد يَئِستُ مِنَ المَقيلِ

And raised me from the hardships of the age

Just when I had despaired of finding relief.