بروحي سيداً ما كا

بروحي سيداً ما كا

نَ للسّادات يُحْوِجُني

نَ للسّادات يُحْوِجُني

I would ransom with my soul a lord who never

My spirit was never

made me turn to other lords in need.

a master that needed me.

بلطفِ النّظم أُبهِجُه

بلطفِ النّظم أُبهِجُه

وبالإحسانِ يُبْهِجُني

وبالإحسانِ يُبْهِجُني

With the grace of verse I delight him,

With graceful verses I give him joy,

and with generosity he delights me.

and with kindness he gladdens me.

ففي بيتٍ أفرّجه

ففي بيتٍ أفرّجه

وبستان يفرّجني

وبستان يفرّجني

So with a verse I cheer him,

At home he entertains me,

and with a garden he cheers me.

and in the garden he delights me.