رضاكَ شَبابٌ لا يَليهِ مَشيبُ

رضاكَ شَبابٌ لا يَليهِ مَشيبُ

وسُخطُكَ داءٌ ليسَ منهُ طبيبُ

وسُخطُكَ داءٌ ليسَ منهُ طبيبُ

Your approval is youth never followed by gray hair.

Your pleasure is a youth that knows no age

And your displeasure is an illness for which there is no physician.

And your displeasure, an illness with no cure

كأنّكَ من كُلِّ النفوسِ مُرَكَّب

كأنّكَ من كُلِّ النفوسِ مُرَكَّب

فأنتَ لي كُلِّ النفوسِ حبيبُ

فأنتَ لي كُلِّ النفوسِ حبيبُ

It is as though you are composed of all souls.

You seem to me the essence of all souls

So, to me, you are the beloved of all souls.

So you are, to me, the lover of all souls