نالَتكَ يا خَيرَ الخَلائِقِ عِلَّةٌ

نالَتكَ يا خَيرَ الخَلائِقِ عِلَّةٌ

يَفديكَ مِن مَكروهِها الثُقلانِ

يَفديكَ مِن مَكروهِها الثُقلانِ

An illness has befallen you, O best of creatures.

You have been afflicted, O best of creations

Humankind and jinn would ransom you from its harm.

My two souls ransom you from its harm

فَبِكُلِّ قَلبٍ مِن شَكاتِكَ عِلَّةٌ

فَبِكُلِّ قَلبٍ مِن شَكاتِكَ عِلَّةٌ

مَوصوفَةُ الشَكوى بِكُلِّ لِسانِ

مَوصوفَةُ الشَكوى بِكُلِّ لِسانِ

For every heart bears an illness from your suffering,

So with every heart grieved by your griefs, there is an illness

Whose pain is described by every tongue.

Voiced with every tongue, describing the complaint