1. تَبارَك الَّذي خَلَق

    مِن مُضغة وَمِن عَلَق

    Blessed is He who created

    from a lump of flesh and from blood clots.

  2. سُبحانَهُ مُصَوِراً

    مِن حَمأة الطِين حَدق

    Glory be to Him, fashioning

    pupils from the black mire of clay.

  3. شَقَ الجُفون السود وَاِستَلَ

    مِن اللَيل الفَلَق

    He split the black eyelids and drew

    daybreak from the night.

  4. وَاِستَخرَج الإِنسان مِن مَحـ

    ـض رِياء وَملق

    And brought forth humankind from sheer

    pretense and flattery,

  5. مُفتَرِعاً مِن فَمه

    سر البَيان فَنَطَق

    drawing from his mouth

    the secret of speech—so he spoke,

  6. وَجاعِلاً بَينَ حَنايا

    ه فُؤاداً فَخَفَق

    and placing between his ribs

    a heart—and it beat.

  7. بَثَ القِوى فيهِ دَماً أَحمَـ

    ـر أَو عظماً يَقق

    He infused strength into him as red blood,

    or bone, pure white.

  8. مِن عَدَم لِعَدَم

    وَمِن عَناء يَقق

    From nothingness to nothingness,

    and from pure-white suffering.

  9. ضَج الثَرى مِن رَجم

    مَشيد وَمِن نَفَق

    The soil cried out from a cairn

    raised high, and from a tunnel.

  10. سَبحانه كَم أَلهَم العَقـ

    ـل جُنوناً وَحمق

    Glory be to Him! How often He inspired the mind

    with madness and folly.

  11. يَشك ما يَحيا وَإِن أَشـ

    ـفى عَلى المَوت فَرق

    He doubts as long as he lives; yet if he draws

    near to death, he is afraid.

  12. وَكَم تَعالى عَميت

    عَنهُ قُلوب مِن خَلق

    And how many—exalted is He—have grown blind

    to Him—hearts among His creatures!

  13. سُبحانه قَد وَضحت

    آثاره فينا وَدَق

    Glory be to Him! Clear indeed

    are His traces within us, yet He is subtle.

  14. رَمى بِهَذا الطفل في الأَر

    ض وَمِن ثُمَ رُزق

    He cast this child onto the earth,

    and then he was given sustenance.

  15. رَمى بِهِ في مَوكب الدُنيا

    مِثالاً لِلقَلَق

    He cast him into the world's procession,

    an image of anxiety.

  16. يَدير عَينيهِ وَيَستَفسـ

    ـر عَن سر الشَفَق

    He turns his eyes and inquires

    about the secret of twilight.

  17. كَأَنَّه يَصرَخ إِن المَـ

    ـوت بِالشَمس عَلق

    As though he cries, 'Surely death

    has clung to the sun!'

  18. أَو أَنَّه يَعرف أَن الضُـ

    ـوء في الأُفق اِختَنَق

    Or as though he knows that the light

    has suffocated at the horizon.