الهى سَيدي أَنتَ الجَليل

الهى سَيدي أَنتَ الجَليل

بِبابِ رَجائِكَ العَبدُ الذَليل

بِبابِ رَجائِكَ العَبدُ الذَليل

My God, my Master, You are the Majestic.

My Lord, You are the Majestic One

At the gate of hope in You stands the lowly servant,

At Your door of hope, the humble servant

ضَعيفُ الحالِ مُنكَسِر فَقير

ضَعيفُ الحالِ مُنكَسِر فَقير

كَثيرُ الغَي ناصِرُهُ قَليل

كَثيرُ الغَي ناصِرُهُ قَليل

Weak in plight, broken, poor,

Weak in state, downcast, destitute

Much given to waywardness, with little help.

Great in sin, with few helpers

فَاِنتَ لذنيه رب غَفور

فَاِنتَ لذنيه رب غَفور

كَريم صَفحَة السامي جَزيل

كَريم صَفحَة السامي جَزيل

For You are a Lord forgiving his sin,

Yet You are to Your servants a Forgiving Lord

Generous, whose sublime pardon is abundant.

Noble, abounding in pardon and grace

قَصَدت حَماكَ يا مَولى المَوالى

قَصَدت حَماكَ يا مَولى المَوالى

أَرومُ العَفوَ أَمل جَميل

أَرومُ العَفوَ أَمل جَميل

I have sought Your sanctuary, O Master of masters;

I have come seeking Your protection, O Master of masters

I seek pardon—a beautiful hope.

Hoping for pardon, a beautiful hope

قَصدت حَماكَ تَستَر قبج عيبي

قَصدت حَماكَ تَستَر قبج عيبي

بِسر المُصطَفى اِنّي دَخيل

بِسر المُصطَفى اِنّي دَخيل

I have sought Your sanctuary, that You may veil the ugliness of my fault.

I have come seeking Your veil for my shameful sins

By the mystery of al-Mustafa, I am a seeker of refuge.

By the station of al-Mustafa, I am a newcomer

فَحاشا أَن تَخيبَ فيكَ ظَنّي

فَحاشا أَن تَخيبَ فيكَ ظَنّي

وَأَنتَ لِعَبدِكَ الراجي كَفيل

وَأَنتَ لِعَبدِكَ الراجي كَفيل

Far be it, then, for You to disappoint my hope in You,

It would be shameful if my hopes in You were dashed

And You are the guarantor of Your hopeful servant.

For You are the Guarantor for Your beseeching servant

فَاِن يَكُ جُرم عَبدِكَ لَيسَ يُحصى

فَاِن يَكُ جُرم عَبدِكَ لَيسَ يُحصى

فَحُسنُ رِضاكَ لَيسَ لَهُ عَديل

فَحُسنُ رِضاكَ لَيسَ لَهُ عَديل

For if Your servant's guilt is beyond counting,

If Your servant's sins cannot be counted

Then the beauty of Your favor has no equal.

Then the beauty of Your good pleasure has no equal

فَمن لي اِن طردت وَأي بابِ

فَمن لي اِن طردت وَأي بابِ

أَيمم دونَ بابِكَ يا جَليل

أَيمم دونَ بابِكَ يا جَليل

Then who is there for me if You cast me out, and what gate

If You turn me away, to which door can I go?

Shall I turn toward besides Your gate, O Majestic One?

What door other than Yours is majestic?

لَقَد قادَ الشَقاءَ زمام حَتفى

لَقَد قادَ الشَقاءَ زمام حَتفى

لِوادي خِجلَتي بِئسَ الدَليل

لِوادي خِجلَتي بِئسَ الدَليل

Misery has indeed led my doom by the reins

Misfortune has led the reins of my doom

To the valley of my shame—what a wretched guide!

To the valley of my disgrace—what an evil guide!

فَاِينَ أفرُّ من شيطان نَفسي

فَاِينَ أفرُّ من شيطان نَفسي

وَمن أَمارَتي أَينَ السَبيل

وَمن أَمارَتي أَينَ السَبيل

Where, then, can I flee from the devil of my soul,

Where can I flee from the devil of my soul?

And from my self that urges evil—where is the way out?

From its incitements—where is the path?

عَظيم العَفوِ اِن عَظُمتَ ذُنوبي

عَظيم العَفوِ اِن عَظُمتَ ذُنوبي

فَلى أَمل لِعَفوِكَ لا يَزول

فَلى أَمل لِعَفوِكَ لا يَزول

O Great in pardon, even if my sins have grown great,

Great in pardon—if my sins are immense

I still have hope of Your pardon that never fades.

Then my hope in Your pardon does not cease

بِحُبِّكَ لِلرِّضا تَرضى عَلى مَن

بِحُبِّكَ لِلرِّضا تَرضى عَلى مَن

أَتى لَكَ وَهُوَ مُعتَرِف ذَليل

أَتى لَكَ وَهُوَ مُعتَرِف ذَليل

Through Your love of acceptance, You are pleased with whoever

By Your love, You are pleased with one

Comes to You, confessing and lowly.

Who comes to You, humble and confessing

فَاِنتَ الحي مُحي كُل حي

فَاِنتَ الحي مُحي كُل حي

وَأَنتَ لِمَن دَعا نِعمَ الوَكيل

وَأَنتَ لِمَن دَعا نِعمَ الوَكيل

For You are the Living One, giving life to every living being,

You are the Living, giving life to all lives

And for whoever calls, You are the finest Guardian.

To those who call You, the Best Trustee