تَوَهَّمتَ يا مَغرورُ أَنَّكَ دَيِّنٌ

تَوَهَّمتَ يا مَغرورُ أَنَّكَ دَيِّنٌ

عَلَيَّ يَمينُ اللَهِ ما لَكَ دينُ

عَلَيَّ يَمينُ اللَهِ ما لَكَ دينُ

You imagined, O deluded one, that you are devout.

You vainly thought I owed a debt to you,

I swear by God: you have no faith.

By God, I owe you nothing that is true.

تَسيرُ إِلى البَيتِ الحَرامِ تَنَسُّكاً

تَسيرُ إِلى البَيتِ الحَرامِ تَنَسُّكاً

وَيَشكوكَ جارٌ بائِسٌ وَخَدينُ

وَيَشكوكَ جارٌ بائِسٌ وَخَدينُ

You journey to the Sacred House in pious devotion,

You journey to the Sacred House in guise

while a destitute neighbor and a close friend complain of you.

Of piety, while neighbours starve and sigh.