يا نَفسُ جِسمُكِ سِربالٌ لَهُ خَطَرٌ

وَما يُبَدِّلُ في حالٍ بِسِربالِ

O soul, your body is a garment that is endangered

And does not change with any condition to another garment

قَد أَخلَقَتهُ اللَيالي فَاِترُكيهِ لَقىً

فَما يَزينُكِ لُبسُ المُخَلقِ البالي

The nights have made it old, so leave it worn out

For the wearing of decrepit garb does not adorn you

فَإِن خَرَجتِ إِلى بُؤسي فَوا حَرَجي

وَإِن نُقِلتِ إِلى نُعمى فَطوبى لي

If you go out to my misery, then woe is my plight!

And if you are transferred to my bliss, then blessed am I!