لَكَ المَجدُ تُروى عَن عِداهُ عُلاهُ

لَكَ المَجدُ تُروى عَن عِداهُ عُلاهُ

فَأَيُّ رَجاءٍ قَد عَداهُ نَداهُ

فَأَيُّ رَجاءٍ قَد عَداهُ نَداهُ

Yours is glory; its heights are recounted by its foes.

Yours is the glory, told of far and wide

What hope, then, has its bounty passed over?

So what hope can escape your encompassing stride?

إِذا شِئتَ يَوماً أَن تَراهُ فَإِنَّما

إِذا شِئتَ يَوماً أَن تَراهُ فَإِنَّما

تَرى ما تَرى في النَجمِ دونَ مَداهُ

تَرى ما تَرى في النَجمِ دونَ مَداهُ

If one day you wish to see it, then you can only

If you desire to behold a thing some day

See what you see in the star, below its reach.

You see but what you see in a star, nothing more

وَجودُكَ سُحبٌ وَالسَحائِبُ أَرضُها

وَجودُكَ سُحبٌ وَالسَحائِبُ أَرضُها

فَهَذي البَرايا لَو عَلِمتَ ثَراهُ

فَهَذي البَرايا لَو عَلِمتَ ثَراهُ

And your generosity is clouds, and the clouds are their earth;

Your bounty is the rain clouds, the land their place

So these creatures, if you knew, are its soil.

These deserts but knew they’d marvel at your grace