لِلّهِ عودٌ إِذا أَوتارُهُ اِصطَفَّت

لِلّهِ عودٌ إِذا أَوتارُهُ اِصطَفَّت

مِن أَجلِها كُل عرقٍ راحَ مصطَفِقا

مِن أَجلِها كُل عرقٍ راحَ مصطَفِقا

How wondrous a lute! When its strings are aligned,

The lute of God, when its strings are rightly strung

every vein begins throbbing for their sake.

For it each vein has throbbed with fervent love

كَأَنَّها فَوقَهُ أَوتارُ حُنجَرةٍ

كَأَنَّها فَوقَهُ أَوتارُ حُنجَرةٍ

فَلَو أَصابَ فَماً في جَوفِهِ نَطَقا

فَلَو أَصابَ فَماً في جَوفِهِ نَطَقا

As though the strings upon it were a throat’s vocal cords;

As though above the lute were vocal chords

so, had it found a mouth within its hollow, it would have spoken.

That, through its inner heart, would speak if touched