1. Praise be to God, I have no resilience
To strengthen my heart against what I find
١. الحَمدُ لِلَهِ لَيسَ لي جَلَدُ
يَنصُرُ قَلبي عَلى الَّذي أَجِدُ
2. I was once guarded, now made common
He does with me what the tyrant desires
٢. كُنتُ مَصوناً فَصِرتُ مُبتَذَلاً
يَصنَعُ بي ما يَشاؤُهُ الكَمَدُ
3. Is there a way to salvation? For my hand
Does not extend from me to the weapons
٣. فَهَل سَبيلٌ إِلى الخَلاصِ وَما
تَمَتَدُّ مِنّي إِلى السُلُوِّ يَدُ