ألقى السرابُ عليك أرديةً

ألقى السرابُ عليك أرديةً

من نسجهِ فخدَعتِ صرعاكِ

من نسجهِ فخدَعتِ صرعاكِ

The mirage cast robes over you,

The mirage cast its robes upon you

Of its own weaving; so you deceived those you laid low.

Woven to deceive and make you swoon

تتعطّين فكلّهم فرحٌ

تتعطّين فكلّهم فرحٌ

وتباعدين فكلّهم شاك

وتباعدين فكلّهم شاك

You reach out, and all of them rejoice;

You approach all, to their delight

And you draw away, and all of them complain.

You turn away, leaving all forlorn

لولاك جفاؤك قلت من شغفي

لولاك جفاؤك قلت من شغفي

لم يبدِع الخلّاق إلّاك

لم يبدِع الخلّاق إلّاك

Were it not for you—your coldness—I would say in my passion:

If not for your disdain, I'd say from passion

The Creator has fashioned none but you.

The Creator made none but you

ولك الجمال وكل ما ملكت

ولك الجمال وكل ما ملكت

يمنى الحياة فملكُ يمناك

يمنى الحياة فملكُ يمناك

And beauty is yours, and all that was held

Beauty is yours, and all you possess

By life's right hand belongs to your right hand.

The glory of life bowed to your reign

يا فتنة يزهى الإله بها

يا فتنة يزهى الإله بها

فهو الذي بيديه سوّاك

فهو الذي بيديه سوّاك

O enchantment in which God takes pride,

O temptation, pride of the Divine

For He is the one who fashioned you with His two hands.

For He with both hands shaped only you