لا أَحسِبُ الشَرَّ جاراً لا يُفارِقُني

لا أَحسِبُ الشَرَّ جاراً لا يُفارِقُني

وَلا أحُزُّ عَلى ما فاتَني الوَدَجا

وَلا أحُزُّ عَلى ما فاتَني الوَدَجا

I do not reckon evil a neighbor who never leaves me.

I do not think hardship will persist and not leave me

Nor do I slit my jugular over what has passed me by.

Nor do I grieve over what has passed me by

وَما نزلتُ مِن المَكروهِ مَنزِلَةً

وَما نزلتُ مِن المَكروهِ مَنزِلَةً

إِلّا وَثِقتُ بأن أَلقى لَها فَرَجا

إِلّا وَثِقتُ بأن أَلقى لَها فَرَجا

And never have I alighted in a place of hardship

And I have never met with misfortune

without trusting that I would find relief from it.

Except I was certain I would find relief from it

لا جَعَلَ اللَهُ قَلبي حينَ يَنزِلُ بي

لا جَعَلَ اللَهُ قَلبي حينَ يَنزِلُ بي

هَمٌّ تَضيَّفَني ضَيفاً وَلا حَرجا

هَمٌّ تَضيَّفَني ضَيفاً وَلا حَرجا

May God never make my heart, when there descends upon me

May God not let any worry enter my heart

a worry that comes to me as a guest, cramped or constricted.

As an unwelcome guest causing discomfort

وَلا بأقوَدَ عِرقِ الأَخدَعينِ إِذا

وَلا بأقوَدَ عِرقِ الأَخدَعينِ إِذا

مَرَّت عَليَّ ضَروسٌ تَخزِلُ الثَبَجا

مَرَّت عَليَّ ضَروسٌ تَخزِلُ الثَبَجا

Nor am I one whose neck-sinew is stretched out when

Nor make me shed tears of sorrow

a biting calamity passes over me, slashing the upper back.

When adversities pass by that melt dignity

وَلا تَراني عَلى ما فاتَ مكتَئِباً

وَلا تَراني عَلى ما فاتَ مكتَئِباً

وَلا تَراني إِلى ما قيدَ مُبتَهِجا

وَلا تَراني إِلى ما قيدَ مُبتَهِجا

Nor will you see me dejected over what has gone,

You will not see me depressed over what is lost

nor will you see me elated at what is brought my way.

Nor will you see me delighted by what I'm deprived of