يا فتنة جعل الله القلوب لها

مسخرات تعالى الله باريك

O beauty, God has made hearts subservient to it

Exalted is God, the Creator

لقد تنزهت عن شبه وعن مثل

فليس غيرك بين الناس يحكيك

You have certainly become free from likeness and similarity

For there is none other among people who can relate you

إني لأرضى بموتي لو رضيت به

لكن أخاف فموتي سوف يبكيك

I would be satisfied with my death if you were satisfied with it

But I fear that my death will make you weep