هِيَ النَفسُ ما حَسَّنتَهُ فَمُحَسَّنٌ

هِيَ النَفسُ ما حَسَّنتَهُ فَمُحَسَّنٌ

لَدَيها وَما قَبَّحتَهُ فَمُقَبَّحُ

لَدَيها وَما قَبَّحتَهُ فَمُقَبَّحُ

Such is the soul: whatever it deems beautiful is beautiful

The soul is beautified by what beautifies it,

In its eyes, and whatever it deems ugly is ugly.

And is marred by what mars it.