1. Praise be to Allah who shaped me
Fed me my sustenance and revived me

2. My personality is prone to ruin
And has always been a mine of disobedience

3. In every art there is a wonder in it
As if it were a gathering of Sufyan

4. O descendants of Jacob take your precautions
In the ages from an inkpot and judge

5. A fire claims it fell from a sky
That eats those of slander and tyranny

6. If you were truthful in what you said
You would not return to evil with delight

7. And you would not crave falsities
Taken from the lame and the blind

8. Do you not fear a manifest lie
That has confused me and distracted me

9. You make your sleep devotion but
You do not mix in it a grain of devotion