يُقابِلُنا البَدرُ مِن بُردِهِ

وَيَشمَلُنا السَعدُ مِن سَعدِهِ

The moon faces us with its coldness

And fortune embraces us with its bliss

وَلَو فَخرَ المَجدُ لَم تَلقَهُ

فَخوراً بِشَىءٍ سِوى مَجدِهِ

Though glory may boast, it finds no pride

In anything but its own renown