رَأَيتُكَ تَكويني بِمَيسَمِ مِنَّةٍ

رَأَيتُكَ تَكويني بِمَيسَمِ مِنَّةٍ

كَأَنَّكَ كُنتَ الأَصلَ في يَومِ تَكويني

كَأَنَّكَ كُنتَ الأَصلَ في يَومِ تَكويني

I saw you branding me with the branding iron of a favor,

I saw you in the season of my making

as though you were the source of my being on the day of my creation.

As if you were the origin on the day of my making

فَدَعني مِنَ المَنِّ الوَخيمِ فَلُقمَةٌ

فَدَعني مِنَ المَنِّ الوَخيمِ فَلُقمَةٌ

مِنَ العَيشِ تَكفيني إِلى يَومِ تَكفيني

مِنَ العَيشِ تَكفيني إِلى يَومِ تَكفيني

So spare me burdensome reminders of favors, for a morsel

So spare me from the heavy disgrace a morsel

of sustenance suffices me until the day I am shrouded.

Of living suffices me until the day of my shrouding