1. Grant us, O you whose gaze we see
In the arena of rhythm tomorrow boiling over.
١. أَجِزْ لَنا يا مَنْ نَرَى طِرْفَهُ
في حَلْبَةِ النَّظْمِ غَدا فَارِها
2. You have become the most pleased with all you are pleased with
And hating that which you hate.
٢. أصْبَحْتَ أَرْضَى كُلَّ ما تَرْتَضِي
ولِلَّذي تَكْرَهُهُ كارِها