يا بَدرَ تَمٍّ مُحَيّاهُ تَحِيَّتُهُ

يا بَدرَ تَمٍّ مُحَيّاهُ تَحِيَّتُهُ

وَغُصنَ بانٍ تُهاديهِ هَدِيَّتُهُ

وَغُصنَ بانٍ تُهاديهِ هَدِيَّتُهُ

O full moon, whose face is his greeting,

O full moon whose greeting is perfect,

And bān-tree bough, whose gift gently sways him,

And whose gift is a flowering branch,

قَد وَكَّلَ السَخطُ بي خَصماً يُلازِمُني

قَد وَكَّلَ السَخطُ بي خَصماً يُلازِمُني

مِنَ الصَبابَةِ ما تَنحَلُّ عُقدَتُهُ

مِنَ الصَبابَةِ ما تَنحَلُّ عُقدَتُهُ

Displeasure has set against me an adversary that never leaves me,

Anger has charged me as an obstinate adversary,

Of passionate longing, whose knot does not come undone.

With youthful follies not yet undone,

فَإِن جَعَلتَ الرِضا ما بَينَنا حِكماً

فَإِن جَعَلتَ الرِضا ما بَينَنا حِكماً

أَولا فَإِنِّيَ مِمَّن سَوفَ يُعنِتُهُ

أَولا فَإِنِّيَ مِمَّن سَوفَ يُعنِتُهُ

So whether you make favor an arbiter between us,

If you would make contentment the judge between us,

Or not, I am among those who will trouble him.

I would be the first to obey him.