يا أَيُّها المَولى الَّذي جُودُهُ

يا أَيُّها المَولى الَّذي جُودُهُ

كَالبَحرِ في تَيارِهِ الزاخِرِ

كَالبَحرِ في تَيارِهِ الزاخِرِ

O master, whose generosity

O Master, whose generosity is

is like the sea in its surging current,

Like the ocean in its abundant flow

وَمِن ضِياءٍ وَجهُهُ مُشرِقٌ

وَمِن ضِياءٍ وَجهُهُ مُشرِقٌ

مِن بَدأةِ الأَمرِ إِلى الآخِرِ

مِن بَدأةِ الأَمرِ إِلى الآخِرِ

and whose face shines with radiance

And whose face radiates a brilliance

from the outset to the end:

From the beginning to the end.

دَخِرت وُدّي لَكُمُ دائِماً

دَخِرت وُدّي لَكُمُ دائِماً

ما لِسواكُم أَنا بِالداخِرِ

ما لِسواكُم أَنا بِالداخِرِ

I have always reserved my affection for you;

My affection is reserved for you always

I reserve it for no one else.

There is none but you for whom I care

وَقَد فَخَرتُ بِانتِمائي لَكُم

وَقَد فَخَرتُ بِانتِمائي لَكُم

أَعزِز بِعَبدٍ بِكُمُ فاخِرِ

أَعزِز بِعَبدٍ بِكُمُ فاخِرِ

And I have taken pride in belonging to you;

And I take pride in my allegiance to you

how exalted is a servant who takes pride in you!

Honored to be your devoted servant.

لَولا نَدى إِحسانِكم في الوَرى

لَولا نَدى إِحسانِكم في الوَرى

كُنتُ كَعَظمٍ هامِدٍ ناخِرِ

كُنتُ كَعَظمٍ هامِدٍ ناخِرِ

Were it not for the dew of your kindness among humankind,

Were it not for the dew of your kindness upon the earth

I would have been like a lifeless, crumbling bone.

I would be like lifeless, crumbling bones.

وَإِنَّ بَحرَ جُودكُم مُفعَمٌ

وَإِنَّ بَحرَ جُودكُم مُفعَمٌ

يَجري بِفُلكٍ لِلنَدى ماخِرِ

يَجري بِفُلكٍ لِلنَدى ماخِرِ

And indeed the sea of your generosity is brimful;

For your generosity is an ocean brimming over

it flows, carrying a ship of bounty that cleaves the water.

Flowing with ships bearing gifts.

وَمَن يَحِد عَن بابِ إِحسانِكُم

وَمَن يَحِد عَن بابِ إِحسانِكُم

يَعِش كَعَبدٍ خاسِرٍ داخِرِ

يَعِش كَعَبدٍ خاسِرٍ داخِرِ

And whoever turns away from the gate of your kindness

And he who turns away from your door of kindness

will live like a ruined, abased servant.

Lives like a wretched, losing slave.

يَضحَك أَو يَهزَأُ مِن فِعلِهِ

يَضحَك أَو يَهزَأُ مِن فِعلِهِ

كَم ضاحِكٍ مِنهُ بِهِ ساخِرِ

كَم ضاحِكٍ مِنهُ بِهِ ساخِرِ

One laughs or scoffs at his deed—

How many who laugh or mock his actions

how many laugh at him and mock him!

Laugh while he is mocked by fate.