ما يَفعَلُهُ المهَنَّدُ المذروبُ

ما يَفعَلُهُ المهَنَّدُ المذروبُ

ما يَفعَلُهُ لَحظُكَ يا أَيُّوبُ

ما يَفعَلُهُ لَحظُكَ يا أَيُّوبُ

The keen-edged Indian sword does not do

What the scattered artisan does

What your glance does, O Ayyub.

What your glance does, oh Job

من لَقَّبَكَ النَّجمَ تُرى كَيفَ أَتى

من لَقَّبَكَ النَّجمَ تُرى كَيفَ أَتى

بالقَصدِ فَأَنتَ الكَوكَبُ الَمشبوبُ

بالقَصدِ فَأَنتَ الكَوكَبُ الَمشبوبُ

Whoever called you 'the Star'—how, I wonder, did he

Who dubbed you the star, I wonder how he came

Hit the mark? For you are the blazing star.

With intent, for you are the wish-granted planet