حَوَّل خيالَك عَنّي

وَلا تُخَيِّم عَليّا

Turn your imagination away from me

And do not loom over me

فَلَيسَ أَهلك مِنّي

وَلا اللَظى مِن يَدَيّا

For I am not meant for you

Nor is the glowing coal for my hands

لَم أَغشَ في النَفسِ مَأثَم

وَلم أُنادم رجالَك

I have not deceived myself with sin

Nor have I regretted your men

إِبليسُ لَيسَت جَهَنَّم

داري فَحَوَّل خَيالك

Hell is not my abode

So turn your imagination away