يُغني الفَتى مَلبَسٌ يُسَتِّرُهُ

يُغني الفَتى مَلبَسٌ يُسَتِّرُهُ

وَقُوَتُهُ في دُجى الظَلامِ فَقَط

وَقُوَتُهُ في دُجى الظَلامِ فَقَط

A garment that covers him suffices for a young man,

The youth is clothed in a garment that hides him

And his food in the gloom of darkness—nothing more.

And his sustenance is only in the gloom of darkness

وَحَظُّهُ أَن يَكونَ مُنفَرِداً

وَحَظُّهُ أَن يَكونَ مُنفَرِداً

كَطائِرٍ لا يُراعُ أَينَ سَقَط

كَطائِرٍ لا يُراعُ أَينَ سَقَط

And his good fortune is to be alone,

His fortune is to be alone

Like a bird unafraid wherever it alights.

Like a bird that does not care where it has fallen

لا يَلقُطُ الحَبَّ مِن زُروعِهِمُ

لا يَلقُطُ الحَبَّ مِن زُروعِهِمُ

وَإِن رَأى حِبَّةَ النَباتِ لَقَط

وَإِن رَأى حِبَّةَ النَباتِ لَقَط

It does not pick grain from their crops,

He does not pick up grains from their crops

And if it sees wild-plant seeds, it picks them up.

And if he sees a seedling, he takes it

فَذاكَ لَو طارَ في غَمامَتِهِ

فَذاكَ لَو طارَ في غَمامَتِهِ

لَما أَصابَ الجَناحَ مِنهُ نُقَط

لَما أَصابَ الجَناحَ مِنهُ نُقَط

So, were that bird to fly within its cloud,

For if he flew in his cloud

No specks would touch its wing.

No drops would touch his wing