أَنا الجائِرُ الظالِمُ

أَنا الجائِرُ الظالِمُ

وَمَولايَ بي عالِمُ

وَمَولايَ بي عالِمُ

I am the unjust oppressor,

I am the oppressor, the unjust

And my Lord knows me.

And my Master knows me well

فَيا لَكَ مِن يَقظَةٍ

فَيا لَكَ مِن يَقظَةٍ

كَأَنّي بِها حالِمُ

كَأَنّي بِها حالِمُ

So, what a wakefulness this is—

What an awakening this is

As though I were dreaming in it.

As if I had been dreaming