يا ذا الَّذي لَيسَت لَهُ لَفظَةٌ

يا ذا الَّذي لَيسَت لَهُ لَفظَةٌ

خَفيفَةُ الروح إِذا ما شَعَر

خَفيفَةُ الروح إِذا ما شَعَر

O you who have not a single word

O you who has no gentle words

Light of spirit when you compose verse,

When the soul feels light in poetry

لا تَحسُدَن شِعري عَلى حُسنِهِ

لا تَحسُدَن شِعري عَلى حُسنِهِ

فَلَيسَ لِلحاسِدِ إِلّا الحَجَر

فَلَيسَ لِلحاسِدِ إِلّا الحَجَر

Do not envy my poetry for its beauty,

Do not envy my poetry for its beauty

For the envious one has nothing but a stone.

For the envious owns nothing but rocks