ياغُلامي بَل سَيِّدي لَن أَمَلَّك

ياغُلامي بَل سَيِّدي لَن أَمَلَّك

هَب لِمَولاكَ لاعَدِمتُكَ عَدلَك

هَب لِمَولاكَ لاعَدِمتُكَ عَدلَك

O my boy—rather, my master—I shall not tire of you.

O my boy, nay, my master, I shall not tire you,

Grant your master—may I never lose you—your fair treatment.

Grant your Master, lest I be deprived of your justice,

خَوفَ أَن يَصطَفيكَ غَيرِيَ بَعدي

خَوفَ أَن يَصطَفيكَ غَيرِيَ بَعدي

لا أَرى أَن أَقولَ قُدِّمتُ قَبلَك

لا أَرى أَن أَقولَ قُدِّمتُ قَبلَك

For fear that someone else might choose you after me,

Fearing that another may choose you after me,

I do not see fit to say, 'May I die before you.'

I cannot say I was preferred before you.