أَعوذُI seek refuge بِرَبِّيَin my Lord مِنfrom سُخطِهِHis wrath
أَعوذُ بِرَبِّيَ مِن سُخطِهِ
وَتَفريطِand the negligence of نَفسيmy soul وَإِفراطِهاand its excess
وَتَفريطِ نَفسي وَإِفراطِها
I seek refuge in my Lord from His wrath,
and from my soul’s negligence and its excess.
تَدينُsubmit المُلوكُthe kings وَإِنand even if عُظِّمَتthey are exalted
تَدينُ المُلوكُ وَإِن عُظِّمَت
لِماto whatever شاءَHe wills مِنfrom خَلفِbehind أَفراطِهاtheir vanguards
لِما شاءَ مِن خَلفِ أَفراطِها
Kings submit, though they are exalted,
to whatever He wills, from behind their vanguards.
وَتَجريand run their course المَقاديرُthe decrees of fate مِنهُfrom Him عَلىover
وَتَجري المَقاديرُ مِنهُ عَلى
عِظامِthe great ones of النُجومِthe stars وَأَشراطِهاand their lesser ones
عِظامِ النُجومِ وَأَشراطِها
And His decrees run their course over
the great stars and their lesser ones.
وَماand not دَفَعَتhave warded off حُكَماءُthe sages الرِجالِof men
وَما دَفَعَت حُكَماءُ الرِجالِ
حَتفاًdeath بِحِكمَةِwith the wisdom of بُقراطِهاtheir Hippocrates
حَتفاً بِحِكمَةِ بُقراطِها
Nor have the sages among men warded off
death through the wisdom of their Hippocrates.
وَلَكِنbut يَجيءُcomes قَضاءٌa decree يُريshows
وَلَكِن يَجيءُ قَضاءٌ يُري
كَyou أَخاa man given to غَيِّهاtheir folly مِثلَlike سُقراطِهاtheir Socrates
كَ أَخا غَيِّها مِثلَ سُقراطِها
But a decree comes that shows
you their fool as the equal of their Socrates.
فَلاso let no تَبخَلَنَّever be stingy يَدٌhand كَزَّةٌtight-fisted
فَلا تَبخَلَنَّ يَدٌ كَزَّةٌ
عَلىtoward المُستَميحِone seeking a gift بِقيراطِهاwith its carat
عَلى المُستَميحِ بِقيراطِها
So let no tight-fisted hand withhold
its carat from one who seeks a gift.
Sol 6.1