مَن لِوَجدي وَحيرَتي وَاِفتِقاري

مَن لِوَجدي وَحيرَتي وَاِفتِقاري

وَلذلي وَغُربَتي وَاِنكِساري

وَلذلي وَغُربَتي وَاِنكِساري

Who will help me in my anguish, my bewilderment, and my need,

Who will find my passion and confusion, my need

And in my humiliation, my estrangement, and my brokenness?

My misery and exile, my defeat?

رَوعة بكرة وَاخرى مَساءً

رَوعة بكرة وَاخرى مَساءً

وَهُموم تَجيءُ وَسَط النَهار

وَهُموم تَجيءُ وَسَط النَهار

A fright in the morning and another in the evening,

Anxiety comes at dawn and dusk

And worries that come in the middle of the day.

Sorrows arrive midst the day

فَلَعَلَ الرَحيم يَأذن يَوماً

فَلَعَلَ الرَحيم يَأذن يَوماً

بِانتِفاذي مِن لجة التَيار

بِانتِفاذي مِن لجة التَيار

So perhaps the Merciful will one day permit

Perhaps the Merciful will allow, one day

My escape from the depths of the torrent.

My escape from the raging currents