ياO مَنone whom رَماهhas assailed him زَمانهhis time بِعنائِهِwith its hardship
يا مَن رَماه زَمانه بِعنائِهِ
لُذseek refuge بِالنَبيّin the Prophet تَفزyou will gain بحصنthe fortress of حمائِهِhis protection
لُذ بِالنَبيّ تَفز بحصن حمائِهِ
O you whom time has assailed with its hardship,
O you who his time has afflicted with its troubles
Seek refuge in the Prophet; you will gain the fortress of his protection.
Take refuge in the Prophet, seek protection in his fortress
وَاِنشدand recite إِذاwhen وافيتyou reach بَيتthe abode of عَلائِهِhis eminence
وَاِنشد إِذا وافيت بَيت عَلائِهِ
ياO سَيّداًmaster وَالكُلّand all تَحتَbeneath لِوائِهِhis banner
يا سَيّداً وَالكُلّ تَحتَ لِوائِهِ
And recite, when you reach the abode of his eminence:
And chant when you reach his glorious abode
O master, beneath whose banner all stand,
O master with all under his banner
ماranging بَينbetween راجٍone hoping for جودَهُhis bounty أَوor حائزِone possessing it
ما بَين راجٍ جودَهُ أَو حائزِ
أَفلاso, will ... not? ينالhe obtain مِنfrom النَوائبcalamities أَمنهُhis safety
أَفلا ينال مِن النَوائب أَمنهُ
Either hoping for his bounty or possessing it.
Neither miser of his generosity nor withholder of his bounty
Will he not, then, find safety from calamities—
Can be safe from misfortunes
عَبدa servant بمهجتهwithin his heart هَواكlove for you أَكنَّهُhas concealed it
عَبد بمهجته هَواك أَكنَّهُ
أَناI مَنone who بِنَيلof attaining رضاكyour approval أَحسنhas made favorable ظَنَّهُhis expectation
أَنا مَن بِنَيل رضاك أَحسن ظَنَّهُ
A servant who has hidden his love for you within his heart?
A servant who has made your love his inclination
I am one who has high hopes of winning your approval.
I am one who thinks the best of attaining your approval
وافيتI have reached بابكyour door كَيso that أَفوزI may succeed لِأَنّهُfor it is the case that
وافيت بابك كَي أَفوز لِأَنّهُ
كَمmany a ملتجٍseeker of refuge بعليّat the lofty بابكyour door فائزُsuccessful
كَم ملتجٍ بعليّ بابك فائزُ
I have come to your door to succeed, for
I came to your door hoping to succeed for he
Many a seeker of refuge at your lofty door succeeds.
How many hopefuls have won at your door
مَنwho ذاthis one الَّذيwho بحمىwithin the sanctuary of علاكyour eminence تريبُهُunsettles him
مَن ذا الَّذي بحمى علاك تريبُهُ
نوَبُcalamities الزَمانtime وَإِنand even if دَهَتهُhave assailed him خُطوبُهُits disasters
نوَبُ الزَمان وَإِن دَهَتهُ خُطوبُهُ
Who, within the sanctuary of your eminence, is troubled
Who is it that doubts your protection?
By time's calamities, even if its disasters assail him?
The turns of time, however much its afflictions intensify
ياO شافياًhealing داءَthe sickness of الضَمائرinmost hearts طيبُهُhis fragrance
يا شافياً داءَ الضَمائر طيبُهُ
أَشكوI complain of إِلَيكto you ضنىwasting illness وَأَنتand you طَبيبُهُits physician
أَشكو إِلَيك ضنى وَأَنت طَبيبُهُ
O you whose fragrance heals the sickness of hearts,
O healer of ailing consciences
I complain to you of wasting illness, and you are its physician.
I complain to you and you are its healer
وَأَناand I العَليلthe ailing one وَذاand this الزَمانage مبارزيmy foe in combat
وَأَنا العَليل وَذا الزَمان مبارزي
مَولايmy master ياO مَنone whom قَدindeed بَسَطتI have stretched out لَهُto him يَديmy hand
مَولاي يا مَن قَد بَسَطت لَهُ يَدي
And I am ailing, while this age is my foe in combat.
While I am the ailing one and this time is my adversary
My master, O you to whom I have stretched out my hand,
My master, o you who has extended to him my hands
بِالفَقرin poverty لاdo not تَكbe بِالجِنايةfor wrongdoing مُبعديone casting me away
بِالفَقر لا تَك بِالجِناية مُبعدي
سامحforgive قُصوريmy shortcomings إِذsince رضاؤكyour approval مَقصديmy aim
سامح قُصوري إِذ رضاؤك مَقصدي
In poverty—do not cast me away for my wrongdoing.
Do not banish me for poverty or crime
Forgive my shortcomings, for your approval is my aim.
Forgive my shortcomings for your approval is my goal
وَالعَجزand incapacity عُذريmy excuse عَنregarding مَديحكpraise of you سَيّديmy master
وَالعَجز عُذري عَن مَديحك سَيّدي
فاِجبرso mend بِفَضلكby your grace كَسرthe brokenness of قَلبthe heart of العاجزِthe helpless one
فاِجبر بِفَضلك كَسر قَلب العاجزِ
And incapacity is my excuse for falling short in your praise, my master.
And inability is my excuse for praising you my master
So, by your grace, mend the helpless one's broken heart.
So compensate by your grace the broken heart of the incapable
Sol 6.1