أَلَم أَكُ باذِلاً وُدّي وَنَصري

وَأَصرِف عَنكُم ذَربي وَلَغبي

Was I not generous with my love and aid?

Did I not turn away my harm and rage?

وَأَجعَلُ كُلَّ مُضطَهَدٍ أَتاني

يَخافُ الضَيمُ بَينَ حِشّاً وَخِلبِ

And make each troubled soul that turned to me

Find safety, though they came in fear's disguise.