لعلَّ صُروفَ النفسِ صحَّ عليلُها

لعلَّ صُروفَ النفسِ صحَّ عليلُها

وزالت مَساويها وزاحت همُومُها

وزالت مَساويها وزاحت همُومُها

Perhaps, amid the soul’s vicissitudes, its ailing self has recovered,

Perhaps the turning of the soul has cured its sickness,

And its faults have vanished and its worries have receded,

And its pains have passed and its worries have gone.

وعلَّ ليالي البُؤس كفَّ ظلامُها

وعلَّ ليالي البُؤس كفَّ ظلامُها

وأَشرقَ فيها بدرُها ونُجومُها

وأَشرقَ فيها بدرُها ونُجومُها

And perhaps the darkness of the nights of misery has ceased,

And the darkness of nights of misery has been dispelled,

And their full moon and stars have shone within them.

As its full moon and stars begin to shine.