يا من بهِم قد طابَت حياتي

وتِهتُ فخراً على الوجود

O you who my life has found joy,

And boasts proudly of existence,

أنتُم شموسي وعينُ ذاتي

ووجهُكُم قبلةَ السجودِ

You are my suns and the eyes of my being,

And your faces are the object of my prostration.

خرَجتُ عني وعن صفاتي

وجئتُكم اشتهي وُرودي

I went out from myself and my attributes,

And came to you longing for my flowers.

وحقّكُم لم أزَل عُبيدا

حول حماكُم مأوى الفقير

And your right upon me, I have remained a servant,

Around your care is the shelter of the poor.

بكم أُنادي رخا وشِدَّه

يا سادتي فاجبروا كسيري

With you I call out softly and loudly,

O my masters fulfill my need.