لِلَّهِ دولابٌ يَدورُ بِسَلسَلٍ

في رَوضَةٍ قَد أَينَعَت أَفنانا

The wheel of God turns with a chain

In a garden where flowers have bloomed

قَد طارَحَتهُ بِها الحَمائِمُ شَجوَها

فَيُجيبُها وَيُرَجِّعُ الأَلحانا

Doves pour out their sorrows to it

And it responds, returning their melodies

فَكَأَنَّهُ دَنِفٌ يَدورُ بِمَعهَدٍ

يَبكِي وَيَسأَلُ فيهِ عَمَّن بانا

It's as if it were a daffodil spinning with a rake

Crying and asking in it for one who is lost