يَا رَبِّ رَأسي ضَرَّني

مِن وَجَعٍ فِيهِ سَكَن

O Lord, my head hurts me

With pain that dwells within

أنتَ اللَّطِيفُ لِما تَشَاء

إنّكَ لَو شِئتَ سَكَن

You are Gentle in all You desire

If You willed it, it would be still

خَلَقتَ عَرشاً فَوقَ مَاء

باسم لَطِيفٍ قَد سَكَن

You created a throne above water

With a Gentle Name that calmed

فَعَافِني وَدَاوِنِي

يَا مَن لَهُ الرِّيحُ سَكَن

So heal me and cure me

O He to whom the wind submits