بَدرٌ بَدَرَ ثَغرَهُ

مُبتَسِماً أَضا الأَضا

The full moon smiled, baring his teeth,

Lighting up the darkness with his generosity.

وُجودُهُ بِجودِهِ ال

واسِعِ قَد ضاقَ الفَضا

Space itself grew small next to his open heart.

Whether times ahead or times now gone,

مُستَقبَلُ الوَجهِ لَهُ

وَحالَهُ وَما مَضى

His love has decreed an end to my sorrow.

I neither turned my face, nor looked away

قَضى عَلَيَّ حُبُّهُ

مِنَ الأَسى بِما قَضى

When he turned from me.

I find contentment in whatever pleases him,

وَما تَعَرَّضتُ وَلا

أَعرَضتُ حينَ أَعرَضا

As he finds joy in whatever pleases me.

وَلي رِضىً عَنهُ بِما

عَنّي لَهُ رِضى